Update on "A Blink of an Eye"

Sunday after church we checked out email to find an update for Michael...the update was there. He had passed away Sunday morning at 2AM. Saturday they had to put him on full life support. Needless to say, Robbe was shattered. Today he is in Utah after flying out last night. You see, they had a pack between them to attend each others wedding...Michael kept his end of the pack, now Robbe is doing his best by attending his funeral. The timing, the elk, the collision, the injuries, if only comes to mind...I am very good with wondering about "if Only's". Perhaps Michael will look up Pappy...in any case, HURRRAY for Michael, he finished his part here! May the Lord bless and offer substancial comfort to his loved ones.

In The Blink of an Eye...

We received word that a friend of ours, Robbe's best man at his wedding, a missionary companion, a son of God who came on the very day Robbe did...was in a terrible freak accident last Friday a week ago. An elk was hit by a truck that was traveling in front of him, throwing the elk into the air and propelling it onto their car. With such force, the car was flipped and Michael Booth and his best friend Amanda Hoins were thrown from their vehicle...
For nine days now they have been fighting for their lives. It's been a terrible fight. Michael has severe internal injuries, even blowing a hole into his heart. He's had several surgeries, unable to close him up because of all the swelling. Now we've been told that his heart is working so hard that it may fail...
On my way to heritage days today, we passed the site of where I used to live with my mom and dad and Robbe back in the early 90's. The house has since been torn down, yet as we passed I swore I could almost see little Robbe and my dad picking up chestnuts and then with another glance I could almost see little Robbe gliding down the snowy hill on his sled.
Keep up with me as I ramble on...
6 years ago this weekend, my daddy died. It was 6 months after my momma passed. It was a Friday evening, a homecoming night for West Perry. I asked Rob to go visit Pappy because I hadn't gotten over that day. He was anxious to get to the game, but agreed to cross the mountain first to see him. Awhile later I got a call from Robbe saying that Pappy was lying in bed and wasn't responding to him. He had a major stroke. While at the hospital they pulled us into a room to tell us he would die from this. Robbe spent the evening sleeping in the bed next to him. Sunday morning before we were going to leave for church I called to check on him. The nurses said that we might want to get there soon as his vitals were failing. We found someone to set with the girls at church and went quickly. By the time we entered the hall of the hospital, the nurse met us to tell us that he had died at 9:02AM. Part of me was relieved that I didn't see it happen. Part of me shouted for joy that He made it home and the journey here was over for him. Part of me was terribly sad that my daddy was gone...
Life is good...the Lord lives...I am so very grateful for all the blessings that I have been given...most of all I thankful to know my Savior personally. I am a recipient of His ever outstretched arms.