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Goodbye, My Friend, Crystal



Crystal & Jennifer chatting it up at Jackson's Pumpkin Farm, Fall 1999.


Crystal has been one of my best buds since we met and immediately hit it off in February of 1999 when I began attending Owego Nazarene Church. She was eight years younger than me, but we had so much in common: we lived on the same road and had kids almost the exact same age, and her personality complimented mine to a "T". We quickly began hanging out every day, doing fun stuff with the kids by day and scrapbooking or crafting by night.

It put a big dent in our face-time when she and her husband moved several towns away but our friendship endured and we regularly found a way to get together and kept in steady contact as our kids got older and we moved on through our stages of life.

I was heartbroken when I learned this morning that my good friend, Crystal, died in a car accident. She was driving with her youngest boy, Ethan, when another driver hit her head-on. We are praying for Ethan to fully recover from his injuries and for her other two kids, James and Madalyn. Crystal also left behind her husband Thad, who she always described to me as "the love of her life."

I'm sure I will always have a Crystal-shaped hole in my heart.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh, my you two haven't aged in 10 years!! Look at you guys! I remember the first time I invited Thad & Crystal over for dinner- I asked Steve & Karen to join us, because I told Karen, I didn't know Crystal and wasn't sure what we'd talk about. Karen laughed and assured me that "Crystal can talk" . I can see that in your picture, Crystal has you spellbound or incredulous with something. A perfect picture. We will miss you, Crystal
Anonymous said…
Jennifer, I am very sad for you! That is such a nice picture and you both haven't changed at all! The few times I met Crystal she was just so funny, talked a lot and full of life! She could make anyone feel comfortable. You can tell she just loved her children and her husband SO MUCH!
I will be praying for her little Ethan, although I am sure she is looking over him! ~Sue
cutecute said…
hi we will be praying for litle Ethan too
I am so so very sorry! Praying for all of you!

Sarah B.
Dionna said…
I am so sorry about your friend. My condolences.

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