While cleaning up old links and various histories of this blog last night, I stumbled upon
this post about my friend Stephanie Pearson. She told me about her breast cancer right after I told her about my husband's deployment to Iraq/Kuwait for a year. We agreed then that while we would normally be there for each other, we were both going to be in our own trenches fighting our own fears. We would each rely on our church families to lend support. Still, I visited with her a few times, and helped her pack up her mobile home and move into her dream home. Her college sorority sisters came out to raise money and awareness and to keep promises to "always be there". Her battle ended two and a half years later, and we all mourned for our missing her, but rested in knowing she was greeting her precious Savior.
Steph with Joey and tiny Abby in a baby sling.
Last night, after putting the blog editing to bed, I checked facebook again. There I saw the sad knews that a college friend will soon meet her precious savior after a valiant fight with the same awful illness. She and I weren't close, but just as those college sisters came back to Stephanie's side, I feel like we who were at VFCC together will always be family. It still hurts. I am sad for the years ahead that her close friends will live without her. Yet, she has shared the truth of Jesus' saving grace diligently all these years, so her homecoming will be a sweet reunion with her Best Friend.
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