Friday, January 05, 2007

No Good, Very Bad Day

I feel sick. This can't be happening.

I saw the story on the news this morning about a plane losing radar contact last night. It was foggy around the airport. The local boys were out looking for the plane, they thought it went down. They found it once the fog lifted, only a mile from the airport. It was on it's final descent toward the runway. And it crashed.

It happens all the time, plane crashes. But it doesn't always crash on my friends. Derek, my buddy, my pal. When I was pregnant with B, he would come up to me every Sunday and rub my belly. He gave the greatest hugs! He wasn't a big guy, just portly. But he would HUG you. And he had the softest leather jacket.

His wife, Lisa, is one of my best friends. We sing together in the Praise band at church. She just took over as the worship leader last week. She is so sweet and caring. She was one of the first people I told when I was pregnant with B. She'll watch my kids at the drop of a hat, and loves them like they were hers too.

Her kids are good buddies with my two. Henry and Cheeseman are in the same Sunday school class. They're only 9 months apart in age. Emma is such a sweetheart. She's almost 8 now, and such a girl. She's not real frilly, but she's so funny! I sat next to her at dinner a couple weeks ago, and she cracked me up!

I can't believe he's gone. How is it possible? How could God take that wonderful man from his family? I don't understand. He was the breadwinner, the spiritual head, the daddy. It just doesn't make sense.

I know he's with Jesus. Derek was such a strong Christian. He and Lisa started a non-profit last year to bring beautiful art to those least able to have it. He taught a pottery class up at the church. They taught Sunday school together! Maybe he was just so good, God needed him up there to show the rest of us the way.

I will miss Derek so much. If he can read this, I hope he knows that I love him and will never forget him.


Sayre said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your friend, Mama C. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family and all who will miss him.

Nikki said...

I'm so deeply sorry Mama C.

I wish I knew what to say other than that.

Nikki said...

I just wanted to check on you...see how you're doing.

Sayre said...

How are you doing, Mama C?

Mama C said...

Honestly, I feel like I'm a little bit dead inside. Every time I see Lisa, I want to cry. I know she feels like she has to carry on for the kids. I saw her Tuesday night, and she was short with everybody, no patience, cranky. I know this must be so hard, and there's nothing I can do.