This picture was taken at Daddy's house on Christmas night of 2006. This was our first Christmas without Momma. You might notice that we both look a bit somber and our eyes are a bit red around the edges. It was an emotional evening for all of us and not quite as happy as Christmas' past.
The year had been a difficult one for our family. Terry had been medically dead in February due to septicemia. We were told he would not and could not live. God had other plans! Praise the Lord!
Momma had gone home to be with Jesus on April 20 after an extended battle with renal failure. Terry had been diagnosed with End Stage Live Disease in July due to damage from the septicemia. My mother-in-law had fallen in August and fractured six vertebra in her spine, causing Terry and I to have to move in with her in order to care for her. My middle sister, Charlotte, had almost died in September due to sepsis caused by a procedure to remove a kidney stone.
To top off all of that, one of my niece's best friends had gone home to be with Jesus on Christmas Eve. She died after a long battle with breast cancer and left behind a husband and two beautiful little boys.
Daddy was so sick and the doctor wasn't very hopeful about his prognosis. He told us Daddy was simply grieving himself to death. He continued to live alone, but had decided to move in with Charlotte and did so just a couple of days after Christmas.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."