November 4, 2003

When I came home from work last night, I read my email, as usual. I got a note from Carole mentioning a mutual friend of ours from my church had died. I had no idea and I immediately pulled up the Roanoke newspaper online to read over the obituaries, hoping she was mistaken.

My mind went back to Sunday. My friend wasn’t at church and I missed her when I went over for my weekly hug. As I scanned the obits and found hers, I realized this was no mistake. Tears immediately started pouring down my cheeks. I was surprised at how upset I felt.

I first met Mrs. Shepherd at a weekday Bible study Carole and I were attending at a Brethern church. I found out from another mutual friend that Mrs. Shepherd attended my church (which I had recently joined) and we became fast friends. Every Sunday morning, I would go over to visit with her during the ‘hand-shaking’ time.

I used to race this other lady to try to get to Mrs. Shepherd first. I almost always lost, as I sat further away. We made a game of it and I was gently taunted about losing every week. Finally one week Mrs. Shepherd whispered in my ear, “I save the best for last. Shhh.”

She was so sweet and appreciated being kept updated on Carole (who was undergoing cancer treatments). She always prayed for Carole and said nice things about her.

She was a beautiful person who gave warm hugs. I didn’t know her well, but her love for the Lord shone through and I loved her. If Carole had not emailed me, I would have missed her funeral.

I couldn’t tell Chris she died without crying. I told him I didn’t know why I was so upset, because she was 91 years old and saved. She lived a full life and left behind many who were touched by her love of Jesus. She’s with the Lord she loved and trusted now. He was very sympathetic.

I am very happy that she is with the Lord. I know I’ll see her again soon, but until then she shall be missed.

1 Timothy 6:7 For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.