I was checking my blogs today and found one that a friend of mine, Trina, had written about someone we both know and I took some poetic license and borrowed most of this post from her. It is something I feel very strongly about and I wanted my readers to know too. A couple of weeks ago a friend of mine lost her daughter, Kara. The mother, Karen and I were colleagues several years ago when Kara was just a tiny thing. Once Karen remarried, they moved to Clay Co., and she got a job teaching there. (It was a definite loss for our school, and a definite gain for theirs because she is an AWESOME teacher!) She and I were close friends and we have stayed in close contact, Kara's dad lived below me when I lived in an apartment before Frank and I got married so I would see her there every other weekend. Anyways, Kara lost her battle with CF(Sixty-five roses) while awaiting a double-lung transplant. (I think that is correct. I've heard a couple of different things, but someone who is very reliable told me that.) I was so busy getting ready for my trip that I missed the funeral and felt really bad about that. Today reading Trina's blog made me stop and think about how very fortunate/lucky/blessed I am because there are so many things that Karen will never get to do.
For example, she will never:
- hear Kara say, "Mom, he is THE one."
- be able to ooh and ahh and gush over Kara's engagement ring.
- help her choose her wedding dress and make wedding plans.
- see Kara walk down the aisle as her baby girl.
- see Kara walk back down the aisle as a beautiful new wife.
- hear Kara say the words "You're going to be a grandmother!"
- hold her baby girl's baby.
- cry with her when that baby begins school.
- Kara is praising her GOD each and every second!
- Kara is rejoicing with her loved ones who have gone before.
- Kara no longer struggles with a body that isn't perfect.
- she will see Kara again someday and that reunion will be so very precious.