Saturday night a friend of mine died in a car accident. Have had surging emotions since. Her oldest daughter is my daughter's best friend and her son was in my primary class. I say was, because yesterday we were released as teachers of the class. Also a sad experience as we have only taught the class a few months but have come to love each of the kids deeply.
Yesterday another friend of mine attended church for the first time in her life. She loved it, said she wanted to keep coming at least once a month. What a special thing to share with such a close friend! Of course, the service was tinged with tears, sadness and rememberances of Wendy.
Wendy was a special person, who I became friends with when I was her visiting teacher. I visited her while she was struggling with dialysis and through her successful kidney transplant. Then, in a heartbeat, she got wedged between two semis as she tried to avoid another accident. Her life was taken immediately.
Tomorrow I leave for a trip to Samoa that I've been anticipating for so many months I can't count them. I will not be here for Wendy's funeral. I won't be here for my girls who loved her too.