The Women in My Life...
Today was an amazing and, yet, bittersweet day. Amazing: I ran/walked my ﬁrst half-
marathon! Bittersweet: In view of the ﬁnish line paramedics frantically working on a
“sister” run in view of the ﬁnish line. To have such a high and a low simultaneously is
quite overwhelming. As I ran toward the ﬁnish line, with a sweet friend by my side, I
prayed for this fellow runner and those tending to her. I had just said a prayer for my
friendʼs knee, which was causing her pain. The ﬁnish line in sight I ran. We held our
hands up in victory, while a runner was struggling for her life! Something seemed so
wrong! Finisherʼs Medal placed on my neck...bittersweet. Someone was calling my
name. Voices from the side were calling my running buddyʼs name. I ran to the voice
calling my name and practically fell in to her arms. From fatigue, maybe... from
overwhelming emotion that I actually ﬁnished, probably...from a broken heart for the
downed runnerʼs son or daughter, husband, mom and dad, sister and brother...oh, yes!
All sorts of thoughts ran tumbled inside of me and have ever since the moment I saw
the paramedics working feverishly. Visions of plastic over her face. Paddles pushing
against her chest. My heart cried out, “God, please let her ﬁnish this race!” At this
point, I donʼt know the outcome. All I know, is that the scene has created a hollow spot
in my heart and images in my mind that I never thought I would ever feel or see. Will
writing erase the images...probably not. Will I learn the fate of this woman...maybe.
Will this have an impact on me...oh, yes!
This is what I know...
The women in my life are simply blessings to me. I want to let them any everyone else
know this. I am sure the lady who went down had friends with her, support from family
and friends. I wonder if she has facebook friends with whom she shared the small
moments of her life? I wonder if she was a teacher, nurse, lawyer, doctor? I wonder if
she was a grandmother or so wished to be one? I wonder if she was running with
friends, a precious daughter or daughter-in-law? As I wander through my wonderings...
I think of the women in my life who have made an impact, past and present.
Numerous of the women whose paths have crossed mine. As the letters appear on this
screen...just know, this list could go on forever. And from time to time, I hope to visit this
again and share more.
My mom, a precious angel in heaven. I felt your presence today! I ran by the Elliston
Soda Shoppe. I remember you telling me that was one of your favorite “hangouts”. As I
ran down Broadway towards the Cumberland River, Shavon and I were talking about
our moms... I feel your love, comfort, fears, and encouragement on a daily basis. You
continue to live in my heart; you are my moral compass.
My beautiful sister, Annette. I donʼt see or talk to her near enough! But every time we
talk, via phone, messages, or in person; I am astonished with the accomplishments of
her life. Four “all-boy” boys, ranging in age from 54 to 5; she loves, consoles,
separates, conjoles, referees, and compromises. Always with style and ﬂair! She is
one amazing sister! Annette, you know I love you and always will!
My brother has done many ﬁne things in his life, but the ﬁnest: to have found his soul-
mate, my precious sister-in-law, Linda. Linda loves him and Annette and I,
unconditionally; always has and always will! She has been through some tough
obstacles in her life...and has become stronger in her faith because of this. She is the
rock in my brotherʼs life, although sometimes I donʼt think he realizes it. Linda, God
knew what he was doing when he put you and Kenneth together. He gave me a second
sister I love and adore.
God has blessed me with a ﬁne Christian woman as a second-mother. As I typed,
“step-mom”, I thought, “Absolutely not... Janice is my second-mother.” God needed my
momʼs help in heaven, December 20th, 1993. That was the summer of the Oklahoma
bombing where many babies and toddlers lives were ended by the thoughtless and
cruel act of “home-grown” terrorism. God needed my momʼs unselﬁsh love and
compassion in heaven, her work on earth was complete. With many “tries” - all
unsuccessful- my dad ﬁnally met Janice. It is true, they found love in the K-Mart parking
lot. To hear her tell of this fortuitous meeting is so sweet, but it is her story to tell, not
mine. My story is this... God took my sweet momma and then my strong dad home to
heaven. In both of their places, he gave me Janice! You see, God is so good; He knew
I would need the kindness and compassion my mom possessed as well as the fortitude
and independent-mindedness of my father. All rolled in one petite precious package
known as Janice. I know God has intentions of allowing her numerous days on this
earth... I am a “needy” second-daughter! Janice and I do have such good times
together! A visit to her Unionville home, watching her Jenny chase my Beau, makes us
laugh and grow to love each other more dearly. Janice, you are Godʼs gift to me! I love
you! My mom would have loved you, too!
Friends, beach-sisters, cousins, aunts, mentors, coaches. former students~ your stories
are yet to come... Today, I want to say from the depths of my soul and heart, with God
as my witness...
Without your imprint on my life, I would be nothing! Todayʼs events has made such as
impact on me... I am so thankful for your presence, your encouragement, your
guidance, your wisdom, your listening ear, your time, your love and so much more!
Your stories are yet to come...
God, thank you for blessing me with the compassionate, strong, independent, sweet,
kind-hearted, loving, gentle women in my life! I am so thankful you have allowed me
another day on this earth and given me the ability to share this with these lovely ladies.
You are so good to me; I deserve so much less. Thank you for you for placing these
women in my life: they encircle me with Your love; You “put me under Your wings”
through them in every, single day! Amen!