Yesterday, I learned that a very dear friend of mine was killed in a car accident. She was only 35 years old and leaves behind a rock of a husband and two darling 6 year old boys. Today is her funeral. To say that life is unfair is an understatement.
I am thinking of you today, Christa. I cannot believe that I will never have the pleasure of your quick wit or the support of your undying loyalty again. It was only a few days ago that she wished me gentle days for the lead up to our anniversary week. And only a few weeks ago, she protected me from a verbal assault online. Christa had the backs of all her friends. A tiny 4 foot 11 inch warrior, she was. Feisty, funny, quick witted, loyal, cheerful. That's Christa.
I'm so very very sorry. My heart is with her family, today and always.