Today has been absolutely horrible. My dear friend, Angela was killed by her husband last night. The coward then took his own life. I am still in shock over this whole ordeal. The horrible thing is that their 10 year old son, Jonathan was sitting in the family truck in the driveway while all of this happened. Why did he have to find his parents this way? It's so unfair and my heart bleeds for him.
I keep thinking about how scared she must have been and then I become angry because I was probably doing something frivolous last night while it was happening. Was I shopping? Was I cleaning my house? I wish that she wasn't alone when he came to her house and did this to her, but I can't help but wonder: would he have also hurt whoever was with her? Probably.
Angela had been over a few times to visit with me and the boys, but I never snapped a picture of them together. How could I have not done that? I have my camera handy at all times. My boys will never remember her, they'll never smile or laugh with her. She was always the life of the party and you couldn't help but be joyous in her presence. She was so full of life and I can't believe that man took that away from her. Thankfully, Angela knitted each of the boys a blanket while I was pregnant. I'll always keep those blankets and I will let my boys know about the amazing woman who made it with love for them.
Please pray for little Jonathan.
I love you, Angie.