Happy Birthday, Debbie: Day 13

Debbie Wood would've been 40 years old on Saturday, so Woody threw a party in her memory. It was a good time and I'm glad we made it out. Kim said Woody had asked us to stop at the cemetery and see her when we were leaving. There were a couple of hanging baskets, balloons, lights, plants and plenty of roses on the grave. It's good to know she's in a better place, or at least some day will be. I haven't figured that one out yet. I asked the kids if she was in a better place now, and Gabrielle and Colton both replied quickly with a resounding "Yes."

As we were leaving a mother and her young son (maybe 7 or 8), showed up to pay their respects to who I assume was her husband and his dad. He let go of the blue balloon he had almost as soon as they got to his grave and they both watched it blow away. You can't help but feel for both of them.

This post may sound negative, but death isn't all bad. God has a plan for all of us and when I think of Debbie, I only remember the good times. Sure, she'd yell at Woody once in a while, but he would try her patience just a little too much. She was always so sweet to the rest of us. I'm glad I hugged her the last time she came over.

She was a good person and I miss her. Thank you, Lord, for putting people like her on this earth even if for a shorter time than most. We love you, Debbie.