I'm crying -- again -- as I type this.
I just found out today that one of my oldest friends, Kim, who I've known since I was 12 years old, died on November 29th.
She was the person who took me back to church after I left the Catholic church when my parents divorced when I was 10. She took me to a church lock-in, and I went to church with her family for years after that. Kim and her brother Coby and mom Jackie were like a second family to me.
She moved across town in high school when her mom and stepdad divorced, but we were still close and continued to go to church together. It wasn't until I left for college at A&M that we began to really lose touch. I caught up with her a few times after that, but we were both so busy with our "real" lives that we only caught up with each other once every several years after that. But a sentence from her last email to me says how we felt about each other: "You've always been one of the most important people in my life, and I've always thought about you."
She left behind three kids I know she loved more than life itself, and I weep for them too. Please pray for Michael (19), Amanda (17), and Taylor (15), who are missing their mom more than they can say. I know a little bit about what that's like, although I didn't lose my mom at such a tender age. They made a lovely tribute page for her.
Use that beautiful voice of yours to sing with the angels, Kim.