If I only could hit the "reset" button.
Earlier this week, I learned of the tragic death of the son of a couple I have come to know and love from my church. And no sooner had I learned of the funeral arrangements for Ren came the news that my best friend's mother was not doing well post-surgery.
This morning, she died in the hospital in Texas.
Edna Galloway was a feisty Southern woman who loved to talk about politics and culture and serial killers. She had a beautiful grin and almost looked like she and Eartha Kitt were separated at birth twins. I enjoyed the times when I visited the Galloway's Ramshackle Ranch and sat at the bar in the kitchen drinking the coffee Edna had brewed (which her daughter Terry kept insisting she could give me something better!) and listening to her stories, and what was on her mind... which inevitably would come 'round to why Texas was going to hell in a handbasket with Republican leadership. She was a lot of fun, and she loved those who loved her daughters. Paul, her husband who used to tease me with his love for the unloveable Dallas Cowboys, passed away a few years ago. With the matriarch also gone, there will be a whole lotta space to fill at Ramshackle Ranch.
My friend Terry is an atheist. But I believe God loves those who do and do not believe. And I am hoping that Edna has found her way to whatever is the next adventure after this realm. Please pray for the Galloway family and their loved ones, as well as my church friends, the Starlings, and the loss of their son, Ren.
And can we please press the reset button.