Remembering Terri

Today is a day full of memories. Three years ago this day began with an unexpected phone call. My husband woke me up to come downstairs and talk to my very good friend's husband. On the other line was the news that my friend was gone...and their daughter had asked for me. I'm not sure how I got out of my house so fast, but I was on the road moments after that call. Another good friend answered her phone as I reached out during that early morning drive to ask for prayer. When I got to the house, the officer standing in the living room who watched me walk across the open hallway upstairs was a Christian. I knew him from church a little, or knew 'of' him moreso, and what a blessing as I felt sure he had to be praying for what was about to happen. Moments after making eye contact with him, I knocked on the door of a girl who had spent more time with my oldest daughter than anyone. A sweet child who had been having a tough time of things health-wise for about a year, who now shouldered a loss that was devastating.

Time heals, God heals, and hope does come in the morning. I'm glad it isn't three years ago today, but I still miss my friend, and I've been forever changed by the experience of losing her.

I miss you, Terri.