Her and her friend snuck out of the house and took a car, an uninsured car, and went to a party. They got drunk and drove home...went driving. They got in an accident and they both died. It was devastating, not just to me but to the whole family and a whole town.
That was when my relationship with God was all of the sudden really, really important to me. I needed to know where she was and if she was OK. I needed to believe in a purpose and a plan. At her funeral I just sat there remembering how when we were at our Great Grandpa Hanna's funeral , a couple of years earlier, she held my hand through the service and I truly felt her there.

That year turned out to be a crappy year for the Hanna family. Not long, 1 month later, my Great Grandma Barker died. This one not as jarring, it some how felt comforting knowing and believing that she was with Mandi. Then tragedy struck again when my dad's mother, Grandma Carol and her husband (not my grandpa) died in a car accident. I mean, really. Then my sisters friends dad passed away leaving 4 young kids. It was all a bit much. (2000 wasn't much better)
These events really shaped me into the person that I am today. I didn't party in high school, like I might have, if it weren't for the lessons I learned that year. I gained a true understanding that the decisions you make in your life DIRECTLY effect those around you! I learned that you can't get though this life without family and those relationships need to be tended to and cultivated.
That is a great post. It's so sad when things like that happen but look at how it shaped your life. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteI remember all that like it was yesterday, with all you went through you were still so strong... isn't it ironic how the hardest experiences we are dealt in life can turn into the ones that end up defining us the most!
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