My sweet second cousin Sue went to heaven today. She was found in a diabetic coma last week and never woke from it. She was my mama's flower girl so many years ago.
Sue married young, and then gave birth to a precious baby girl, Erin, who was born with spinabifida. Erin never walked. She used to grin at all of us cousins when we came to visit. (Sue was told when she was born that Erin would only live a matter of days. She defied them and lived eight years.) When Erin was born, her own daddy decided he didn't need troubles like that and left without even looking back. But God sent Sue a man, Kelly, who loved her with his whole heart and took little Erin as his own.
I remember when my first daughter was born, and I gave her the name Mary Erin, after her two paternal grandmothers, Sue wrote me and told me she was so happy her little Erin had a namesake. That made me happy, too.
And it just occurred to me how happy she must be today to see her little Erin again today.