Life is a funny thing. When everything is going crazy, you’re running from predawn to post-dusk with your hair on fire (well, if you have hair), that’s when you usually get thrown a curve ball and everything stops.
Got that curve ball yesterday.
A friend of mine, a fellow fountain pen aficionado, an Arizona gardener, homeschooler, fellow speaker of crazy accents, raiser of chickens, and dear sister in Christ passed away unexpectedly yesterday morning. She was only 43. By my clock it was much too soon.
My wife had the difficult task of telling some of our other friends and our boys. There were a lot of tears. My family went to their house and picked up their son, who is close in age to some of my boys. They spent the afternoon watching movies and being kids. One of my sons found an old, taped up whoopee cushion in the toy room and found all kinds of situations to make that inappropriate noise and get some much needed smiles and giggles. Love that kid.
I went over and spent a little while with several other people around Sue’s husband , Mark, reliving some good memories and talking about pictures, family, arrangements, food… all of those thing that you talk about when somebody passes. Mark was a champ through it all. Not surprising. He and Sue were a great couple that enjoyed dancing, exotic food, helping anybody, anyway possible, and teaching kids about Jesus. They mentored, they taught, they counseled, they loved. I’m sure this won’t stop my friend Mark from doing all of those things, but it will look a little different without his sweet wife by his side.
My heart breaks for their son. Moms are so important. Sue was a big part of what made their house a home. Her cooking filled the air with wonderful aromas, her Celtic songs rang from her phone, and proper grammar was consistently enforced.
She’ll be missed but not forgotten. She’s absent now, but not for good. We’ll see our sweet sister again soon.
Prayers for her husband and son are greatly appreciated.