I asked for prayers a few weeks ago for Deb who collapsed at Penn Station, leaving her husband and two young kids wondering what happened. She passed away on the 16th.
I followed Deb's story for the six weeks she lay in a coma. I prayed for her and asked friends to pray for her. When she passed away, I cried. I cried for a woman I had never met. I cried for her kids and husband. I cried for my sweet friend, a friend of Deb's, whom I knew would would have an aching loss in her heart. I try to be grateful every single day for my health and the health of my family. As I sit in the middle of my house, only half painted and half unpacked... I have to acknowledge that I am lucky.
I was reminded by Deb's passing of the passing of Shelly three years ago at Thanksgiving. I thought of you girls and how we rallied as a community for her family. My heart hurt again for Traci. I hope you are all well in Atlanta.