Losing Everything

July 29, 2008
Late that night, I got a text message from my sweet aunt. Let me just tell ya...my aunts are like my big sisters. Sisters of any kind are everything to me. When people are everything to me, I'll turn my world upside down for them, I'll cry for them, I'll pray over them, I'll go through hell for them. On this particular night, 27 year old Justin Burger had passed away. Justin just so happens to be the love of someone's life. That someone is everything to me. Without a doubt in my mind, I wanted to be with my aunt as soon as I could. I wanted to hold her hand if she needed it. I wanted to let her cry on me if she needed it. I wanted to pray over her even if she didn't know it. I wanted to take her hurt away. I wanted it to be someone else's pain and heartache. I wanted her to be happy and excited about her future, not confused and saddened. On the day of Justin's funeral, I did the hardest thing I'd ever done. I held someone while they grieved the loss of a friend, a lover, a soul mate.


Justin was a cowboy so a team roping memorial was set up to honor his life and bless someone elses.

Justin's saddle.


This was a rough week...I think it was two days later that we buried our great-uncle. Thank goodness he'd lived a long and happy life. Uncle Bruce and Aunt Ann were married 60 years!