I met Angie about three years ago. Nervous and a little uneasy about transferring to a new school, I discovered that she was a friendly face and a hug that I should never pass up. Even before being formally inducted into Delta Gamma Rho, Angie made a point to make me feel welcome, wanted, and loved. She's the kind of person who pours every inch of herself into the people she meets and her faith in the Lord is one of the most beautiful displays of strength.
Yesterday morning, Angie's husband Kenny, was killed in a helicopter crash.
My heart has truly been aching for amazing woman and her three kiddos since the moment I found out.
Can you even begin to imagine the pain?
All I thought about yesterday was being next to Tim. I wanted was to see him, hold his hand, and feel his breath. It's completely selfish, I know.
In an instant Angie's best friend and love was gone.
I have spent hours over the past month dreaming of my June wedding, making plans, and setting dates. All of that seems frivolous and stupid to me now.
I suppose this is a stream of consciousness type of post. My thoughts are all over the place, but I wanted to share this story with, well, whoever it is that stumbles across this little dot in the universe.
Pray for Angie. Pray for her three young kids.
Lots of things are being done around here as far as making sure their every need is met (food, money, etc.) Right now though, they just need prayers.
I'll leave you with the post Angie left on Kenny's wall today.
"Oh, Kenny. I miss you. You were my rock, my match, my best friend. Your work is done now. And I want you to know this: We will be okay. God will prosper us. I'm not mad at you, I'm thinking you'd probably be worried about that. But it's okay. I'm so, so proud of how you, as you knew you were crashing, pointed that helicopter right down between houses and saved more lives from being lost. You always put other people ahead of yourself. If you could read on here all the things that people are saying, and if you could see the masses who have come to our home, you would know that we will be okay. And I'm going to make you so proud. I am strong...you taught me how to be. I will survive, and I will be happy. And I WILL see you again...just hang in there and wait. I'll come. The kids are okay. They won't forget you. They will remember, and they will be well cared for. They will grow up knowing your legacy. You did a great, great job. And there was never a day that I did not feel loved. You are my hero. My rockstar. I love you, honey.
P.S. If you have any sway with God, please let the Aggies have a great season this year.
P.S.S. I cannot promise you that I will not let the kids cheer for Tennessee. I think you have to make some concessions here.
P.S.S.S. I might cut my hair short to spite you. And I know you'd say you like it even if you really don't. And that's okay. You love me."