Friday morning in the wee hours of the morning, I boarded a completely full plane and headed back to P'ton! Within a few minutes, all three of us (in the row) took out our blackberries! too funny! The second jaunt put me right smack in the middle of a team of college football players - rowdy bunch! It was fun - but I'm glad the trip was short.
I got there finally and spent the rest of the day with emily and chris, mostly sleeping. It was so odd being a guest in my own daughers house . . .and I was so happy that my daugher ended up with a good man. LOL chris may not like this but she sure ended with a man like dear old dad. We enjoyed Friday night dinner and then Grace came, too!!! Yay!
we looked at camp pics and finally fell asleep, after finishing my homily for Hope.
I'm wondering if it's terrible to say I had a great time at Hope's funeral??? Because it really wasn't a funeral - it really was the promotion of glory that she always wanted - the send-off, the bon voyage party! The video was absolutely incredible, the songs were rockin' "Off the chart!!!," and it was great to see the people. I couldn't stay for more than five minutes afterwards because I had to catch the plane back.
I love the people there - I would have wished for a different reason to go back but it is what is and now it's over. Except for Hope - and it's just beginning. Good for her.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Hope's Alive.
Now it's official – I'm officially sad. Hope is gone to be with her “true love” - her husband, the one who loves Hope more than himself. The one who couldn't stand to be without her so he prepared a place for her and took her there. The one who gave HOPE new life - both here on earth and there with Him.
I think about how Hope used to “cut” - and it really was an addiction with her. When she came to The Salvation Army, it was like coming home, she used to say. It had all the warmth and laughter and hugs that she used to dream about . . . It gave her hope and something to live for – promise of new life – in fact, her user name was always the same “htnewlife07” – 07 because that's when she “woke up” she said (after Marge's testimony, she loved that phrase).
My heart is heavy – Hope was truly a friend to me. At first, I was just there for her, helping her, being nice to her but I realized after about a year, that it had changed – and we were truly friends. When I called her one day just to call her, I knew that we had past the point of me being the bossy mom – I had become her friend. She was there for me, helping me, telling me when I needed to change. When I would face road trip by myself, I always called up Hope – and she always brought CD's and stuff to talk about.
If I ever start a ministry for young girls who need hope – I think I'm going to call it, “Hope's Alive.”
Because she is.
I think about how Hope used to “cut” - and it really was an addiction with her. When she came to The Salvation Army, it was like coming home, she used to say. It had all the warmth and laughter and hugs that she used to dream about . . . It gave her hope and something to live for – promise of new life – in fact, her user name was always the same “htnewlife07” – 07 because that's when she “woke up” she said (after Marge's testimony, she loved that phrase).
My heart is heavy – Hope was truly a friend to me. At first, I was just there for her, helping her, being nice to her but I realized after about a year, that it had changed – and we were truly friends. When I called her one day just to call her, I knew that we had past the point of me being the bossy mom – I had become her friend. She was there for me, helping me, telling me when I needed to change. When I would face road trip by myself, I always called up Hope – and she always brought CD's and stuff to talk about.
If I ever start a ministry for young girls who need hope – I think I'm going to call it, “Hope's Alive.”
Because she is.
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