Three Weeks

It's been almost three weeks since the fire. Sadly, A died from complications due to the injuries she suffered. I feel so empty. There is a hole in my heart where she once lived. I have thought about her every hour of every day since this has happened. I dream of her every night. I'm saddened by the fact that Reagan will not grow up knowing "Auntie A" like we had planned. She will only live on through pictures and memories. And her son, of course. I plan on starting a journal for the baby. I want everyone who knew and loves A to write in this journal for her baby. He is too young to remember her, and we will have to tell him all about his mommy. So here are some of my favorite memories of A.

She loved hot air balloons. I can't count the times she told me she wanted to take a hot air balloon ride. I had actually looked into booking her one just a few weeks before she died. It was going to be an early birthday gift sometime this summer.

We were at work one night and I had made some Ravioli. I was pouring the soup out when she looked at me and said "what on earth are you doing? That's the best part." I told her I didn't like the soup. She just rolled her eyes and said "you're a weirdo." To which I responded "you hang out with me. What's that say about you?" She burst out laughing and agreed with me.

I remember the day she told me she was pregnant. She had only told her aunt and was waiting to tell everyone else because she was afraid people would judge her for not being married. I burst into tears, but then again, I was pretty far into a pregnancy myself. I had vast dreams of our children growing up together and being best friends just like we were. I immediately starting making plans and getting excited. She brought me back to reality at once, saying I couldn't tell anyone yet because she wasn't ready to be outed. I was about to burst, so I came home and told Tim! But I threatened him within an inch of his life if he told anyone.

During my pregnancy, she told me often how she couldn't wait to be an "aunt". We would talk about all the fun things that we would do with my baby girl, before she got pregnant with her own bundle of joy. Then our adventures turned into a four-some. We were both so excited.

A did not have a potty mouth. So one night at work someone said a pretty horrendous word, and I thought A's head would fly right off her shoulders! LOL She never said anything. She didn't have to. The look said it all!

We talked about the Lord a lot. Did she ever love Him. She is actually the one who got me into church. She would call and ask if I was going and, of course, I'd have some excuse as to why I couldn't go.
I didn't have anything to wear--God doesn't care.
I haven't had a shower today--So sit in the back.
I don't have time to get ready, I'll be late--So come in during fellowship. No one will notice.
She would not let me off the hook. I can't count the number of times I was late for church because she wouldn't let me lay out. I'm so glad she was so tough on me.

A was like my right arm. We worked together, went to church together, she was my best friend. How on earth will I ever make it without her?