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...
Tracy is one of my favorite memories of my life in Charleston, my marriage to Rally, and my days learning how to be a woman. I learned how to pray, how to sing and how to be a woman of God. I learned how to be strong in my faith, and loving with my words. I learned how to act. I learned how to be a mom. They gave me a job and I learned all about helping people after disasters... I've always been told I always have a job at Disaster Plus. I'm sure that's true. That's just who they are. I learned about Jesus. She is probably the greatest factor in my early stages of my faith walk. Julia Ann, Keating, Tracy and Fred were always in my life. Miles and miles away but there. Always. Until I opened Facebook to a photo Julia posted and I said "to of my faves"... only to scroll a few moments later and see that Tracy passed away. WHAT? NO!? My brain was telling my heart this was true but my heart said NO. My mouth quickly followed, then tears. I texted a mutual fri...
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