Memories of Lynda

I remember the first moment I held my first niece, Lynda Michelle.  At just 4 days old, she seems to melt into my arms.  I had never held such a beautiful baby.  At 10 years old, I hadn't held many babies.  She was not a tiny baby, but she was so cuddly and soft.  There was a moment when I knew I would do anything to protect her.  She was not my own yet she was a part of me.  Her mother was my idol and now she had an amazing little girl. 

Growing up, Lynda and her younger sister spent a lot of time visiting my parents.  I loved the excitement of preparing for their visit.  Mom and Dad would talk about everything they wanted to do with the girls.  Each spring, Mom would order chicks, but she would always wait for delivery until the girls were there.  We all loved the joy on their faces when they held them.  My mom would cry when the girls would go home.  She loved all her grandchildren, but Lynda and Donella had a very special place in her heart.  The rest of the summer would seem lifeless without the girls bringing wild flower bouquets from the walks on the property. 

Lynda grew up and her life expanded.  Visits became less frequent.  It is the manner of life.  She finished high school and got a job.  She began college.  She was surrounded by family and friends that loved her.  And then it was over.  In one moment, she was gone.  Another driver made a decision that changed life.  She choose to have another drink, then she got in her car.  The consequences were devastating.    In only one moment, Lynda was absent from the body and present with the Lord.  It doesn't seem right.  It isn't fair.  Yet it is.  There is a purpose.  I cannot see it, but I know that somehow, somewhere God used a tragedy to bring joy.  



Lynda's first Easter. 



Lynda would often sleep with me during their visits.



Playing games with family



Lynda Michelle Frein

11/14/77 - 4/13/00