I had lunch today with a friend. I believe I met her in 4th grade…maybe she came to my elementary school in a different grade…not important. We went to the same Jr/Sr High together and graduated together. After graduation we lost touch, but through the magic of Facebook we reconnected.
While I was in the hospital with Taryn, and after Taryn’s birth she was consistent in her support and prayer. When we transferred Taryn to UCLA I remember her telling me that she was at UCLA and if I needed anything…anything, to call her. I never called as it was such a whirlwind of an experience there and it wasn’t the time to “reconnect” with an old friend. BUT her heartfelt sympathy and her willingness to reach out went very far.
During lunch today we caught up basically going through what we have done since high school. We got to the day Taryn went to be with Jesus, and I was telling her what happened that morning.
This friend, told me her account of that same morning…what her life looked like when she got the news…how it affected her.
When she got the news that morning, she was across the street from the hospital working. She could see out the window to the hospital. She told me it completely stunned her. She called her mom who had also been praying for us to tell her the news. While on the phone with her mom, she walked to the window, put her hand on the window and prayed for our family, all while her heart was breaking for us.
I know there are so many people who are on this Journey with us. And…I want to know …not because I need an ego boost…but because, this has always been about how others have been touched by Taryn’s life…I want to know how her life and passing affected you. I want to know how you felt when you heard the news that she went home to Jesus.
So, please leave me your comment or email at Ourjourneyinfaith [at] Hotmail [dot] com.
And…thank you dear friend for your prayers, notes of support, and sharing how Taryn’s story impacted you. It helped me to remember that Taryn’s life was meant for more than I understand, and that she affected your life too. (In essence, it’s not always about me…)