I can see why some people get up before dawn, its actually quite a lovely, peaceful time to have the house to yourself before everyone else wakes up. It think my hunger was my alarm clock this morning, we didn't eat much of a dinner last night, and I quickly devoured 3 banana muffins upon awakening.
Jason's sister Chelle died last weekend. For those that didn't know, she was in a horrible car accident a year ago, and was at home with full time care for the last 6 months or so. I feel peaceful that her soul is with God. Chelle was deeply religious, a down-to-earth Christian who couldn't *not* bring Jesus into every aspect of her life, although she never preached about it. She'd just smile and say, "It's a God thing," when she needed to explain the impact of something.
Today is her funeral. It seems bittersweet that it will be my first encounter with the Friendly Temple, their family's spiritual community. We have heard so much about it over the years. I remember when they discovered it, Chelle was thinking that something was missing in her West County suburban church - gospel music. So she asked one of her friends at the hospital, "Does your church have good music? Can I visit this Sunday?" The rest goes down in history, the Lawsons started going to this nearly all African-American city church, where at first they had a lot of stories about being the only white members of the congregation in this loving and welcoming community.
Chelle has so many people that love her. In the weeks following the accident, we met not only many friendly temple members, but also many, many nurses and other friends from her work. Chelle was an amazing nurse, ultra-compassionate and hard-working. She received The President's Award for her work in the neo-natal unit at Children's Hospital. These are just a few things I know, I'm sure others will speak more eloquently today.
Selfishly, I willl miss her so much, as a sister-in-law, and aunt. She and Maxine loved each other, and I'm sad she never had a chance to know about Ivan. She would have been so thrilled. She was a natural-born mom, and babies and kids were a joy to her. But I do feel blessed to have had her in my life these few years since we moved to St. Louis and gotten to know them. She leaves behind four amazing, strong children, and an utterly heartbroken husband. Please send a good thought out to them.