I'm not generally a nostalgic person. This is most likely because I have a horrible memory. I'm not the type to memorize lines from old movies. And if you ask me what year some big event in the world happened.... well, just don't bother. I don't typically save things because I know I won't remember why I saved them. I even have a hard time keeping my own children's birthdays straight. But January 12, 2008 is a day that I'm confident I will never, ever forget. It is seared on my mind and heart. On that day my dear friend, Evette, left this broken world to go dance with Jesus. I will never, ever forget the exact spot where I was standing, by the window in my bedroom, when I heard the news. I will never, ever forget the feeling of a crushing weight I was sure I could not bear being dropped on my heart. In that moment breathing was hard work, standing was impossible, and understanding was out of the question. She was 33 - my current age. She was beautiful and full of love and she was more than my friend. She was my big sister. She was my cheerleader. She was my dirt bike driver and my macaroni maker. She was quirky and complicated and funny and passionate. But most of all, she loved. And to this day, she challenges me to do the same.
I love this photo of her! I just love thinking that this is the way she appeared before Christ on the day he called her to be with him - his radiant bride!