When someone dies from age it is often either expected or understood. But when someone dies suddenly, it can be quite a shock. Still reeling, as are most of those who know her, from my friend’s death. I was listening to the radio and heard this song, Sissy’s Song by Alan Jackson.
Why did she have to go
So young I just don’t know why
Things happen half the time
Without reason, without rhyme
Lovely, sweet young woman
Daughter, wife and mother
Makes no sense to me
I just have to believe
She flew up to heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waitin’
And I know she’s smilin’ sayin’, Don’t worry ’bout me
And as I pray for her family, I smile. She taught me a lot, without really trying. I watched her as she worked hard blogging and reviewing to help with her family’s budget. To homeschool. To spend time with her boys. Walking her faith. Day-in and Day-out. Loving her boys, her husband, her Savior, her family and her friends.
You didn’t just know her. She was your friend. She made you feel comfortable in a minute of meeting her. I had never met her before October 2011. She pulled up to the front and we chatted while waiting for her mom and the other ladies riding with us. In the back of her van was the largest pile of turnips I’ve ever seen. I asked her what on earth she was going to do with them. She began to give me very clever list. Next thing I know she was giggling. Challenging me to try a turnip. Laughing at me as I made the weirdest face. I will never look at another turnip without thinking of her.
She will be missed.