Tami on the beach in Haiti
Today marks the one year anniversary of the last time I saw my friend Tami. I have felt this week looming ahead and tried to pray harder for her family. Everytime I feel sad about her death, I pray for her family who feel thousands time more pain and sadness.It was a Sunday morning during Sunday school, just any other Sunday. I walked in and sat right behind Tami and her mom Val. Tami was talking about Tara's 20th birthday and we started talking about how big her kids were and how fast the time went. She talked about her Son Eddy and when he got married and how it seemed like just yesterday. During class her and Val started eating mints and I stuck my hand between their chairs to get one. I will never forget Tam looking back and laughing, then whispering "Mom, she wants one too." and we all laughed.
I had to leave class early that day and remember smiling and waving a silent goodbye. Who knew it would be "Goodbye for now." As a few short days later, she would leave this earth for good. It is still hard to believe she is gone. We met 10 yrs ago when we moved here, she went to our church. Her daughter Tori was just a few months younger than Conner. Then two short years later, Elizabeth was born on Tori's birthday. Tami was working in Labor and Delivery at the time and wanted to be in the room for delivery. She missed it by just a few minutes but was the first person to meet Elizabeth besides us.
She was a good friend to our family the whole time we knew her. I was really young when I met her and had a lot of growing up to do. But later when she came to our new church she got to know the grown up version of me. She went on a mission trip to Haiti with Marty, she sang on the worship team with him for several years. We lived a lot of life together and she is sorely missed.
Please pray for her family this Valentines day as they mourn her passing and everyday. Pray for her parent's, siblings, husband and children.
I just needed to get this out and put it down. I didn't want to let the day pass without marking it somehow. You never know when the simplest of days will become important days.
