Elizabeth Donaldson Allen 1983-2007
Lizzy was my cousin. We grew up together for the most part, and she was my age. She got into a car accident Wed. night (31 Oct. 2007) and didn't make it out.
Her obituary can be found here.
Isn't it funny how you never miss someone when you are apart, until the day you realize that you'll never have the chance again? Strange, also, is the fact that it takes seeing the body to make the whole terrible thing sink in.
I remember now why it sucks to feel to this degree. I walked out of that funeral home tonight and I couldn't see through the tears, I couldn't breathe. I literally ran into my brother in law and he held me while I cried. My mom had the bright idea on the way to Liz's parents' house to swing by the church that just so happened to be on the way, and just so happened to be where Jon was. (For those of you who know me, you know who Jon is. For those of you that don't, he was my youth pastor and has saved my life in more ways than one.) We saw somebody in the parking lot and asked if he was still there, and he was. I got out of the car about the time he started walking toward us, and I've never had such an urge to run to someone in my life. It took all I had to just walk to him. That had to be the world's most needed hug.
Okay, tomorrow is the funeral. Going to try and catch some sleep. Say a prayer for my family, as we have taken a lot of blows over the past few years. Say a prayer for John Anderson, another cousin, and a good man, father, and husband who is currently in Houston trying to find someone to remove the huge mass on his brain. Most people don't think he'll be the same after. They say he won't ever be right again. But hey, faith can move mountains, right? I hope we have enough faith to see him through this one.
Her obituary can be found here.
Isn't it funny how you never miss someone when you are apart, until the day you realize that you'll never have the chance again? Strange, also, is the fact that it takes seeing the body to make the whole terrible thing sink in.
I remember now why it sucks to feel to this degree. I walked out of that funeral home tonight and I couldn't see through the tears, I couldn't breathe. I literally ran into my brother in law and he held me while I cried. My mom had the bright idea on the way to Liz's parents' house to swing by the church that just so happened to be on the way, and just so happened to be where Jon was. (For those of you who know me, you know who Jon is. For those of you that don't, he was my youth pastor and has saved my life in more ways than one.) We saw somebody in the parking lot and asked if he was still there, and he was. I got out of the car about the time he started walking toward us, and I've never had such an urge to run to someone in my life. It took all I had to just walk to him. That had to be the world's most needed hug.
Okay, tomorrow is the funeral. Going to try and catch some sleep. Say a prayer for my family, as we have taken a lot of blows over the past few years. Say a prayer for John Anderson, another cousin, and a good man, father, and husband who is currently in Houston trying to find someone to remove the huge mass on his brain. Most people don't think he'll be the same after. They say he won't ever be right again. But hey, faith can move mountains, right? I hope we have enough faith to see him through this one.
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