October 23, 2013 Tonight I say goodbye to an old friend. After the wretched day I had, all the things that happened suddenly disappeared when my mother told me that Jeanie, my friend and old soul sister, had died. It all began with a call from an old friend. Heath Huffman had called, my mother said, because he had just moved back and he thought I would want to know. He spoke for most of the 15 minutes we were on the phone catching me up on the history of what had gone on. How He and Jeanie had stayed close the last few years. She had moved to Dallas and so had he. He had just moved back and saw her obituary in the paper. From all accounts, she had been doing well. Jeanie had gotten her life back together and had again turned her life over to God. The moment he said those words I knew she was at peace. That she was in a better place where she could finally be at rest. Her memorial is Saturday afternoon at Resthaven, and though just yesterday I had told my mom that I just don’t “do” funerals anymore, I’m considering going…to honor Jeanie. Jeanie had apparently been alone when one of her seizures came upon her. She hit her head and with no one around, by the time they found her it was too late. Part of me didn’t want to believe it. I admit up until that moment my heart had been hardened still towards Heath. But its funny how all the past seemed to disappear over shared grief of someone we had both loved. I forgave him in my heart, and accept the reconciliation he offered. Only Jeanie could do that. Only Jeanie could be important enough to move mountains I was stubbornly trying to keep in place. I even contacted Connie to make she knew about the service. So much love surrounded Jeanie even now. After we had hung up, I found the obituary online. Her beautiful face was smiling and the decent paragraph listed all Heath had reiterated to me over the phone. I knew that God had taken her home, that HE could not live one more day without her, and more than that…she had passed peacefully. Not in a car, like her mother. Not at home after a long struggle, like my father…she passed in silence. Tears have been few, but all my heart has said over and over all night is the last thing I wish to say to her until we meet again in Heaven…“Rest In Peace, Jeanie. I love you. Good Night.”
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 03:37:16 +0000
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