
Week 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
I’ve put off doing this one for several weeks– mostly because the letter I intended to write for this one is a letter I’ve already written here before. It’s something I talk about pretty frequently… or someone I talk about, here, pretty frequently. Mostly because this loss is and has been such a major event in my adult life. But… for this ‘letter a week,’ I’m going in a completely different direction. Hey, it’s my blog and I can turn left if I want to. :Þ ← I just really wanted to use that character.
So, on to the letter…
To my church family, my sisters in Christ,
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thanked God for all of you. I also can’t tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you; how much I enjoy your company; and how much you mean to me. I truly consider you to be a part of my family– and having an extended family as wonderful as you all are is truly a God given blessing.
I have attended many churches over the years and have never, ever, felt as welcomed as I did the day I walked through the doors to the sanctuary. I knew, from the moment Brother Philip began his sermon, that this was where I was supposed to be. We may not be related by blood, but you all were meant to be my family.
Jennifer, Betty, Paula, Wanda, Sandy, Christie, Leigh– you are my sisters and you are amazing friends. I learn from you, I learn with you, I grow with you, and I enjoy you more than words can express. My heart is so full– my cup truly runneth over– and I am so very thankful that you all are in my life. (And can I say I am so looking forward to spending New Year’s Eve with the best bunch of chicks a chick has ever known!!) I love you all, truly, from the bottom of my heart and look forward to many many years of friendship and growing. (And your other halves ain’t half bad either… *wink*)
In His Love,
Nickie
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Like this one. She stole my heart the minute I saw her. Bella, I named her. Isabella actually, but we called her Bella.
This pup, 9 months old, never did anything to hurt anyone, or anything. Well, except for our water hose– which she chewed into pieces about 1-2 feet long; long enough for her to tote one around in her mouth, waiting for one of us to throw it so she could fetch it. She loved to play fetch. Water hose pieces, baseballs, tennis balls, even sticks. If it fit in her mouth, she’d bring it to us.
Well then there’s the beer bottles too. We never have figured out what neighbor she got them from, but every couple days she’d pop up with two or three beer bottles… waiting for us to throw them so she could fetch. Needless to say, the farthest those things were tossed was the trash can. I thought it was rather kind of her to clean up the neighbor’s mess… even if she was bringing it into our yard.
But someone… poisoned this sweet, playful pup. And sometime during the night, last night, she died. It’s hard to understand how people can be so cruel. Not only is my heart broken, but so are the kids’… they can’t understand anymore than I can.






























