I wnated to let you all know a few things about my dear sister, Angel. On Sunday, my family had a birthday celebration for my three boys. At the party, Angel heard that my a/c in my truck was not working right. She called me on Monday and asked what I was doing. She said that, because I had to be in the office from 3-6pm, that she was going to take my truck for me at that time, and get the a/c fixed. I strated to protest, but she wouldn't let me. When I got into the office, she took my keys and drove out to Bristol, a good 15 to 20 minute drive, and had my a/c fixed for me. She came back and dropped the keys off to me, and we were alone in my office together. I thanked her for her beautiful, kind act, and she asked me when Annie and I were going to give our unborn baby girl a name. She told me that she loved me, I told her that I loved her, and that was the last time that I saw her.
Tuesday, I got a call from my mom that Angel just heard that her biological father had just passed away. She told me that she was at home, and I had planned on seeing her and talking to her about it the next day. Later that same afternoon, she called me and I told her that I was sorry about what had happened. She thanked me, and then started talking to me about his funeral. She asked if I could say something, and I told her that I would do the service for her. She thanked me, and I told her that I would be more than happy, and honored to do it. I also told her that I would not be preaching to the dead, but the living, and said, "that I'm going to tell everyone there, you, me and everyone that we are not promised tomorrow...". My sister did not live to see the next day. At the end of our conversation, we usually exchaneg "I love you"s, but over the years, and at times they can be almost automated. During this conversation, however, she closed it by saying, "I love you very much, honey", and I responded with a heartfelt, "I love you too." Those were our last words to one another.
Tuesday night, before I went to sleep, I gave my wife a kiss goodnight, and then gave her belly a kiss and told the baby that I loved her. Annie reminded me that we need to find a name for our baby girl. That next morning, I was awakened to the terrible news about Angel. After having thought about everything, and the fact that the last time I saw Angel she asked me about the baby's name, and because, for whatever reason, Annie and I have struggled with fnding a name, and committing to one, it is obvious to us that we should name our baby girl, if it is indeed a girl, after my sister. We are thkning "Angelina", which means, "little Angel".
Because of my last conversation with me sister, unbenownst to us at the time, I am pretty sure that we were not planning her biological father's funeral on Tuesday, but her own. As a result, I am planning on doing the service and speaking on Monday (the wake is Sunday, and the service and burial is Monday). It will be the hardest thing that I have ever done, and I know that I can only do it with the Lord's strength. I am going to ask a dear brother to be prepared, just in case, but I truly need your prayers, as does my family.
I have a few more thnigs that I would like to tell you all about Angel, and about her love for the Lord, and pray that the Lord will alllow me to post again, later...