This has been another week of sorrow.
When I was in middle school my brother brought home a beautiful girl from Wheaton College. They married five years later, and in that time I got to know her family a bit. I’ve written about my sister-in-law before, an intelligent artist, who passed from glioblastoma back on January 1, 2006.
Her little sister, Anne, was a lovely child. One memory I’ll never forget is the Christmas we all spent together in Arlington, Virginia, where Anne dressed up in a little white gown and a wreath of candles in her hair to “play” Santa Lucia in honor of our Scandinavian background. She was colorful then, and colorful her whole life.
She was really sweet. My memories of her are sweet.
I followed her life throughout the years—the good and the bad—and rejoiced with her happiness, grieved her negatives. The last time I saw her was at my brother’s funeral.
I’ve prayed for her: she’s on the top ten of my “snatch list.”
(Jude 23)
I learned yesterday that she is not going to make it. She was in a terrible car accident last week, and was badly burned. Brain damage, poisoning from the fumes. I am so, so sad for her.
My heart just breaks again. I am not one to judge her. The tragedy she suffered in her life is monumental, her death likens her brother’s, and brother-in-law (my brother’s). Accidents.
Suffering—-
Pray for her poor mom. Pray for her sister who has lost four siblings. Pray for our nieces and nephews, and also her two sons.
Pray for our family again, please, as we ponder loss once more.