Thursday, October 13, 2022
Terry and I were friends for 53 years. We were war buddies, in the sense that we supported each other through the battlefield of life in the way only good girlfriends can do. Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we cried, but the love remained and the memories will linger within our souls forever. The last time I spoke with Terry was inside her home two days before she died. I sat at her bedside and we talked for four hours straight, which was a miracle courtesy of the Holy Spirit given Terry’s weakened condition. We reminisced, but also discussed the really hard topics you discuss with someone who is dying. I can attest that Terry was joyfully ready to go into the arms of Jesus who she knew would take her directly to the place that her faith promised she would go. I miss her already, but look forward to seeing her again…