We met on a scrapbooking message board, in a thread I started years ago. It began as a place to share your “true confessions,” but over time it evolved into a haven of friendship. I called them my TC Girls, and we shared our lives– the good and bad and funny and weird and creepy and disgusting and messy and awesome. We exchanged addresses and Christmas cards; added one another as friends on facebook; became deeply involved in each other’s lives. People thought I was strange for calling these women my friends– these people I had never met.
But I knew better.
When I lost Elijah nearly two years ago, these dear ladies wept with me. They rallied round and showered my family with love– cards, gifts, prayers. Their love and support– often in the middle of the night when no one else could talk– was one of the things that brought me through those darkest days.
Though our relationships have changed– though we have had drama and loss and heartache and seen people come and go– they are still my dear, dear TC girls.
And now, we walk the valley of shadow again.
One of the TC Girls passed away this morning– suddenly, unexpectedly. She was not old; she was not ill.
Yesterday she ordered Christmas gifts online for her daughters. Today she is gone.
I miss her already.
It’s so trite– but sometimes we need to hear the truth, whether it seems trite or not.
We only have this moment. We are not guaranteed another day, another hour.
Hug your babies. Call your friends. Tell your husband you love him. Take your children for a walk. Put your change in the kettle. Read the Bible. Be the person you hope to be someday. Smile. Laugh. Live.
Today, I am unwrapping this moment— this precious gift from God. It’s all I have.
We love you and miss you Diane. Thanks for the reminder to cherish each moment.