Last night, Sam and I were rearranging clothes in the master bedroom closet, when Collin called out that someone was here.
It was Shannon!
I knew she would be in town and we had mentioned trying to get together, but we had not touched base in awhile.
After a big wet-eyed hug, she emptied her van, the kids all disappeared together, and we sat and talked for a while.
Andrew, her oldest, wasn't here. But all 4 girls were. Here are Laura, Sara Grace, Jessica and Margaret.
The happiness at seeing her for the first time in 4 years, was also a sad reminder that Matt wasn't with her. I haven't seen her since Matt's death two and half years ago. She has since moved out of Mississippi and is doing really well and we had some fun moments laughing and reminiscing yet some moments where we all fought back tears as well.
The girls are just beautiful and 2 of them look so much like their daddy!
Having been friends since high school, there is a lot of history there. Yet there is a giant hole there as well now. It was also like a big, painful scab had been ripped off of Sam as well. It hurt me to see him hurting.
It was a stark reminder that we are not promised days. We don't have a guarantee that we will live to be 87 years old. A reminder that God already has our days numbered, and we need to live each day conscience of the fact that it might be our last, being thankful for what He has blessed us with. Thankful for the security of salvation in Christ Jesus, and thankful that we can share that with others, so the only thing that really matters, eternity in heaven, is for-front in our hearts and minds and conversations.
Though Matt will ALWAYS be remembered and missed, there is a true comfort knowing he is rejoicing in heaven for eternity.
1 comment:
I remember when this all happened, I know what a terribly sad time that was. I am glad you all were able to get together again.
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