In a half hour, Etna and I will leave for a memorial service for a friend. She was just 65, and on Thanksgiving morning she accidentally crossed into oncoming traffic on a 2 lane road in West Houston, headed to her son's home for the day to eat and give thanks for all God has done in her life. She died on the way to the hospital. We still don't know if she was distracted by something or had a medical problem that caused her to lose control of her vehicle.
Before our friend died tragically last week, she had gone through hell and back, raising two boys by herself after being abandoned by her husband. We met her at our church's Living Water's program, a six month intensive healing process, and we became friends. She was an integral part of a small group too, and had recently taken over her group for her own leader, who moved into a coaching role for other groups. I coached her leader as to how to turn the group over to her last year when I was the coach over his group.
I write this not to get a lot of responses saying how sorry you are for my loss, but to challenge you to stop and think about just how precious life is and how easy it is to take people for granted. Here today, gone tomorrow. In heaven for sure, but still, not with us and a tragic loss of someone who led and served and loved and prayed and cared selflessly.