Church yesterday morning was hard, as was expected. The place was jampacked with crying, hugging people, all not believing that our beloved Evette was gone. The service was not at all a typical service; it was mainly a devotional of prayer and song.
The songs always get me. It wasn't even her memorial service - that's coming up Wednesday - but the songs always break my heart. No Tears In Heaven, Blest Be The Tie That Binds, This World Is Not My Home, etc. It's so hard to sing when you're crying.
At one point, my Wendy was sitting on my left knee, with my left arm around her. I was holding my soggy Kleenex in my right hand, with tears running down my cheeks. My sweet baby turned and looked at me, the took the Kleenex from my hand and dabbed my face with it...
That gets me all choked up again for different reasons. I just love my girl to pieces.
Please continue to pray for Jason, Brette, Sydney, and Blake Allison, as they say goodbye to their wife and mother on Wednesday.