A Memorial

A friend of mine died last week.

I had worked with her at Manfisher Ministries before I came to school in Pueblo. Manfisher was a place that worked with bums and drunks and poor people and not-too-poor people to help furnish their needs.

Lynn knew the worst of it: addiction to pain killers, divorce, single parenthood, poverty. But she loved God! She came through those circumstances and then came to Manfisher to spread the love of Christ to others who were in dire circumstances.

After having come through her own battles, she then had to face her 7-year-old son getting cancer. Which meant chemo in Seattle (a five-six hour drive from where she lived). Lynn was someone you knew God trusted because she went through all this crap.

But then one night last week she just died. I don't even know why. She has two little kids, including the one still fighting cancer, and also an older daughter. Sometimes you have to wonder why: this is the real world.

But I can have hope because there isn't a doubt in my mind that she was a believer. I'll get to see her again someday in a much brighter place than the world she lived in and the world that we live in. Death might not seem fair to us, but to Lynn right now, death is sweet.