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Early this morning or late last night, my phone rang. I answered, and it was my father, who only told me three words: "Something has happened." Then I woke up.
It was just a dream, but it was realistic enough that I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep. When I did wake up, my heart was pounding and it was only the late/early hour that prevented me from calling my parents and asking them if everything was okay.
10 minutes ago, my father really did call me, at which point he informed me that our dear family friend, Edith Schilling, had finally moved on after a long and painful battle with colon cancer.
I'm... Okay, I guess. Edith was beloved and dear to all of us, and one of the most beautiful women I have ever known - inside and out. Some of my fondest memories of church growing up revolve around the hug I got from her every Sunday right up until the week I stopped going on a regular basis, and how she would still hug me and tell me how much she missed me and my singing every time I came for a visit after that. I'm really going to miss her.
And yet I'm happy that she's in a better place now. The last few months haven't been easy for her, to the point where she stopped coming to the church she loved so dearly a few months back. She had a good life, too - she was well into her 90s before health issues started slowing her down, and I think she even had a couple of great-great-grandchildren to her name before she moved on. And I think... she was happy with her place in life, secure in her faith that there would be a bright and beautiful place for her in the here-after with the God she loved and respected so much.
Rest In Peace, Edith. Thanks for helping make me who I am today.
It was just a dream, but it was realistic enough that I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep. When I did wake up, my heart was pounding and it was only the late/early hour that prevented me from calling my parents and asking them if everything was okay.
10 minutes ago, my father really did call me, at which point he informed me that our dear family friend, Edith Schilling, had finally moved on after a long and painful battle with colon cancer.
I'm... Okay, I guess. Edith was beloved and dear to all of us, and one of the most beautiful women I have ever known - inside and out. Some of my fondest memories of church growing up revolve around the hug I got from her every Sunday right up until the week I stopped going on a regular basis, and how she would still hug me and tell me how much she missed me and my singing every time I came for a visit after that. I'm really going to miss her.
And yet I'm happy that she's in a better place now. The last few months haven't been easy for her, to the point where she stopped coming to the church she loved so dearly a few months back. She had a good life, too - she was well into her 90s before health issues started slowing her down, and I think she even had a couple of great-great-grandchildren to her name before she moved on. And I think... she was happy with her place in life, secure in her faith that there would be a bright and beautiful place for her in the here-after with the God she loved and respected so much.
Rest In Peace, Edith. Thanks for helping make me who I am today.