Brat...
On Monday, a month after my friend Jone died, someone very precious to me swallowed a handful of pills and decided the world would be a better without her. She was under the impression that she was not loved and that she was wanted dead by those near and dear to her.
I am very happy to say that she made a phone call which was a desperate call for help and she is still in the land of the living.
I got a text message telling me that she had taken pills and to pray for her. I remember gasping and was choking on my sobs. I prayed and made some calls to find out what was happening. I was so shaken and so stunned that she would do that. I have had times in my life when death was something I craved. I understand the depths of the pain and wanting to be free of it. I have been there but I always knew I was loved and that my death would cause immense pain. I cried so hard that her life felt so worthless to her. I cried for the pain that we were feeling. I cried because it hurt so bad.
Dane whispered, " I can't take anymore bad news." He was so shaken and stunned. Amy was heartbroken. It hurt her so badly. She said I realized I might not have been able to call her Brat anymore. Katie was upset. All of us love her very much. She is one of our favorite people in the whole world.
We had a death in the family and while we were at Milly's funeral, all I could think about was the fact that this could have been my dear Brat's funeral. It was a horrible thought and hard to keep it out of my head. It is one thing when your aunt has lived a grand and wonderful life of 91 years. She was ready to go home. Brat was not and I thank the grace of God that she is still here.
I got really angry after the initial shock and grief passed. To think that she was not loved and not wanted was such a pile of bull shit. The reaction of everyone was one of intense pain and the love that poured out in such abundance to her was mind boggling. There were multitudes of prayers that were being said for her and her family. I know that Lord had his angels working overtime collecting the prayers.
Brat is a kind and loving woman who has a giving heart. She is there when needed and willing to help with anything. She has listened to my rants and my tears and heartaches. She has been one of the dearest and most important people in my life for many many years. She is a woman more precious than jewels and I treasure her.
I talked to her the other day after she was home from the hospital. I told her don't ever do that again. I started to tell her something and ended up telling her how I kept thinking I could have been at her funeral and I cried. I wanted her to hear my pain and my cries. I wanted her to her my sniffles. I wanted her to know that pain that she caused. I was crying because I love her. I have lost enough people I love lately. I didn't want to lose another one.
I love you Brat. I always have and I always will. I have never hesitated to tell you that and I want you to know it now and forever. I love you for you. I don't care what you have done there is nothing that will ever change how much I love you. Nothing.
I am very happy to say that she made a phone call which was a desperate call for help and she is still in the land of the living.
I got a text message telling me that she had taken pills and to pray for her. I remember gasping and was choking on my sobs. I prayed and made some calls to find out what was happening. I was so shaken and so stunned that she would do that. I have had times in my life when death was something I craved. I understand the depths of the pain and wanting to be free of it. I have been there but I always knew I was loved and that my death would cause immense pain. I cried so hard that her life felt so worthless to her. I cried for the pain that we were feeling. I cried because it hurt so bad.
Dane whispered, " I can't take anymore bad news." He was so shaken and stunned. Amy was heartbroken. It hurt her so badly. She said I realized I might not have been able to call her Brat anymore. Katie was upset. All of us love her very much. She is one of our favorite people in the whole world.
We had a death in the family and while we were at Milly's funeral, all I could think about was the fact that this could have been my dear Brat's funeral. It was a horrible thought and hard to keep it out of my head. It is one thing when your aunt has lived a grand and wonderful life of 91 years. She was ready to go home. Brat was not and I thank the grace of God that she is still here.
I got really angry after the initial shock and grief passed. To think that she was not loved and not wanted was such a pile of bull shit. The reaction of everyone was one of intense pain and the love that poured out in such abundance to her was mind boggling. There were multitudes of prayers that were being said for her and her family. I know that Lord had his angels working overtime collecting the prayers.
Brat is a kind and loving woman who has a giving heart. She is there when needed and willing to help with anything. She has listened to my rants and my tears and heartaches. She has been one of the dearest and most important people in my life for many many years. She is a woman more precious than jewels and I treasure her.
I talked to her the other day after she was home from the hospital. I told her don't ever do that again. I started to tell her something and ended up telling her how I kept thinking I could have been at her funeral and I cried. I wanted her to hear my pain and my cries. I wanted her to her my sniffles. I wanted her to know that pain that she caused. I was crying because I love her. I have lost enough people I love lately. I didn't want to lose another one.
I love you Brat. I always have and I always will. I have never hesitated to tell you that and I want you to know it now and forever. I love you for you. I don't care what you have done there is nothing that will ever change how much I love you. Nothing.
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