A 6am call is never "normal" and I knew something was wrong. My poor mama had to call and tell me that her brother, the patriarch of our family... my Uncle John was dying. Brain bleed. 911. Ambulance. Hospital. Aunt Jeanne. Can't go visit. Covid. Ventilator. I heard all of those words. None of them were sinking in. Too surreal. He was fine. Too heartbreaking, my Aunt just lost her sister TOO OVERWHELMING. I CAN'T GO BE WITH MY FAMILY. Then the call came that he was off of life support, and he died. My Uncle John, big burly Uncle Johnny... was gone. My Aunt Jeanne posted on Facebook. So I posted... then Auntie T... And then mom posted... and our hearts broke. Just broke. Every time we talk - we just can't make sense of it. I know in time.. it will sink in. He will not be there at the airport when I get home next trip. He won't be at Christmas or at the table eating sauce. He's gone. BUT I WILL REMEMBER. I will tell the stories and I will keep him ali...
I've never been to the Gala before and it was beautiful. Our worship leaders Shane & Shane led worship, we had three great tables and I'm told they raised $300K!! Unfortunate lighting made for green photos!! I know my boy was happy to see his girlfriend!! Filters help! Added Bliss too! And Julie Bell looked stunning! Stole this one from Iris! The photographer saved the day with lighting! Then yesterday we started of YMSL with Dallas Life and then a Pickleball tournament to raise another $2,000 for Orphan Outreach! Busy and fun few days!
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