Natalie

FB Post on March 30: "I’ve been struggling to put my thoughts into words, since losing my friend, Natalie, Friday night to cancer. She is rejoicing in Heaven with Jesus, no longer struggling to breathe, and I’m thankful for the hope of seeing her again and happy for her that she’s with Jesus, but I’m heart-broken for us here, especially her husband and four boys. Their faith is firm, and I know God will provide all they need in the days, months, and years to come. But it’s hard, and it hurts. Memories like this Waco trip, and so many others without fun photos, are flooding my mind—carpooling kids to/from activities, driveway and porch chats, book recommendations, kid birthday parties, Christmas parties, sharing of shows/series we both loved, and her quick wit and stories that made me laugh. It’s just surreal that she’s gone. I’m thankful for the time I was able to spend with her this week and the ways in which we were able to support her and her family these last few months since her diagnosis. Her faith never wavered. She was a bright light to those around her. Well done, Natalie! Love you!"

These photos showed up in the slideshow at her service, and they got me. I was already teary before the service even started. We ladies were helping with logistics of the the service and had gotten there early. Tears were flowing then, too. I haven't cried that hard for that long maybe ever. The service was an hour and a half, and I cried the entire time. It was such a God-honoring service. Paul and the boys did an amazing job. But it was excruciating. Death hurts, even when you know someone is in heaven. Three months from diagnosis until she was gone. It just hurts.