My self-proclaimed Big Sis
febobe has gone Home due to complications from a dreadful injury.
I think I'm still kind of in shock; I don't really have words for it yet. My heart aches for her parents and husband, in particular, and all her loved ones who couldn't be there, and all of us who never got the chance to say goodbye. And yet--she's Home. She's free, she's safe, no more brain weasels, no more pain. She's about to spend her first Easter in Heaven with the One "Who died eternal life to bring, / And lives that death may die." Hard as it is to lose her from earth this way, this suddenly... I know I'll see her again.
"Death, be not proud" indeed.
I think I'm still kind of in shock; I don't really have words for it yet. My heart aches for her parents and husband, in particular, and all her loved ones who couldn't be there, and all of us who never got the chance to say goodbye. And yet--she's Home. She's free, she's safe, no more brain weasels, no more pain. She's about to spend her first Easter in Heaven with the One "Who died eternal life to bring, / And lives that death may die." Hard as it is to lose her from earth this way, this suddenly... I know I'll see her again.
"Death, be not proud" indeed.