| | Monday, April 13, 2009 - It was a typical day for 31-year old Aimie King. She and her 9-year old son, Brayden, were on their way to Sears for a shopping trip. As Aimie turned into the parking lot, witnesses say she grabbed her head. The next thing onlookers saw was Aimie's car plowing into the Sears building at a fairly high rate of speed. Aimie died instantly, and Brayden was sent to ICU, where he was treated for several serious, but not life-threatening, injuries.
Aimie's funeral was the following Thursday. Her 14-yr old son, Tyler, was there . . . emotionally numb over the unexpected events just a few days prior. 9-year old Brayden was still in the hospital and missed his mother's funeral.
Aimie's mother, Debra, works with me. Although not one of my staff members, she is in my department, so we see each other everyday at work. Debra and I immediately developed a bond when I began working for TVA, but as time goes on, we find more and more in common with each other. Unbeknownst to us at the time, our paths have crossed . . . and often.
Brayden is now out of the hospital, living with his father, stepmother, and two half-sisters in a small 2-bedroom house. The family is seeking to raise money so a 3rd bedroom can be added to the house for Brayden. Debra is going through all the piles and piles of paperwork necessary to gain legal custody of Tyler.
The family is absolutely heartbroken . . . Aimie was young, tall, beautiful, and had a heart as big as all outdoors. We don't always understand the ways of our Heavenly Father. Sometimes faith is walking in blind trust, knowing your humanity will never make sense of it all, but realizing in your spirit that He IS good, that He IS right, that He IS loving. Sometimes what our minds know and what our hearts feel seem worlds apart.
Debra will go to the office today.....her first return since hearing of Aimie's death while at that very office. She chose a Saturday morning because she wants to be alone as she struggles to get her life back to normal . . . although, normal now has a whole new meaning. She wants to talk, and I want to listen. She and I will go out for coffee one night this week. My flesh strives for the right words, but I have an amazing group of prayer warriors who are lifting me up to our Father. I have confidence that He who is the very epitome of wisdom and grace will grant to me that which I'll need to minister to my friend.
God never promised us a cushion-y life. It's not in the Book . . . I know, I've looked, and it's not there. But He has promised to give us grace for the moment. He has promised to never leave us or forsake us. He has promised to comfort us. The world is watching us, folks. How we react to life will impact someone for eternity.
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| | Posted 4/25/2009 5:46 AM - 20 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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