A death

I just got word that an SPU friend was struck by a car and killed while crossing Aurora Avenue in Seattle. I had known her since my freshman year. I wouldn’t say we were close friends, but I was invited to her wedding. She was one of the sweetest girls, and she married a very wonderful guy. They got married in May I think.

I have no doubts that she’s in a better place now, but my prayers are with her husband. I can’t even imagine the pain he is going through now.

(12/10/04) Adding some more thoughts . . .
As I read through the news after learning of her death, I had a real expectation that I was going to see her death being reported on my news sites. Of course it wasn’t going to be reported in the national news. It wasn’t important to the rest of the world. But it was important to me, and for some reason I was expecting the rest of the world to feel the same.

As I take my finals, I invaribly get some things wrong. So far I’ve discovered one thing wrong with each final I’ve taken. I can’t tell you how unbelievably frustrating it is for me when I realize that I got a question wrong or largely wrong. I’ve been fortunate that both of the questions weren’t worth a lot of points. However, I’m trying to keep myself in perspective here. I know somebody who lost his wife after being married for less than a year. This is true tragedy. Getting a couple of questions wrong on a test are so far removed from the realm of tragedy that it’s pathetic I’m even giving my failures more than a moment’s thought.

I feel that the the full impact of her death hasn’t really hit yet. Or maybe I haven’t let it hit yet. Or maybe I can’t let it hit yet.

6 thoughts on “A death”

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  2. I live on N 167th, I remember that accident at N 150th (or so)…it sutck out cause my mother had said an young woman of 23 was killed and I wondered who it was. My compassion goes out to that individual as I have lost close family members who, like the young woman, had accidents and perished far earlier than what we care to accept as God’s will. May God provide support in other means for those He has left a void in their lives.

  3. Today I went to a funeral. It was for a girl my age. Emily Soule. She was 23. Just married, like me and a former SPU student, like me. She lived on the same floor as me when she was a freshman. And the funeral was very sad. And yet, like her husband said, a great paradox, because it was also a celebration. It was a celebration of a life lived for Jesus.

    The church was packed. And several people stood up just to testify to what an amazing light she was. Sparkles, they called her. Her husband was understandably devastated. So was her mother, who when she got up to share, joked even as she cried, “I have a wonderful daughter, don’t I?” Emily’s father asked everyone to join him in not blaming God- who in his great mercy, had allowed him to take the day off of work and be there when Emily’s husband called with the tragic news. Her father said that her days were ordained even before she was born and that God knew her last day would be last Wednesday.

    I sat there, alone in my thoughts, but surrounded by mourners and friends of Emily. In comparison to most, I hardly knew her. But I could remember her smile. I remember what kind of a person she was. It hit so close to home. It made me wonder what my legacy would be. If I died tomorrow, who would care? Who would remember me? What would they remember? What would people say?

    Emily may have left this world. But her spirit has touched so many people’s lives- more than she could have ever known.

  4. Thanks for your thoughts, Janell.

    I’d say Emily and I were pretty close our freshmen year, but as things often go we drifted apart as we went our own ways. When we saw each other we said hi and stayed on friendly terms.

    I’d say she was one of the finest people in my class. She was warm, caring, godly, and sincere. Losses like this are so hard to understand.

  5. Hey there stranger,
    you don’t need to post this, i just couldn’t find your email anywhere on your site. it’s late, so maybe i’m just blurry eyed.
    when i’m feeling particularly depressed, i google em’s name and see what has popped up on the web and ran across your blog.
    just wanted to say it was good to hear your “voice.” messing around your webpages, it’s a good reminder of you, which gets me thinking about the many fun moments early on at spu.
    even your rants get me smiling again.
    so just wanted to say hi. hope the big bad law school isn’t kicking your ass too much.
    love, hugs, and memories of tea and strawberries.

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