I want to tell you about a person that I was glad to call friend. Lindsay Hill.
The school I went to was one of those old town schools, where everybody knew everybody, and people rarely moved. I went to the same school from Kindergarten until I graduated. Sometimes that was hard. I BEGGED my mom to let me go to a different school on many occasions. When I finally had the opportunity to, I begged to be able to finish with all of my friends.
Lindsay was one of those people that everybody loved. You couldn't help but like her. She was smart, friendly, athletic, and always had a smile on her face. Her family owned a farm in the area, much like about a forth of our school. She was active in the FFA , played basketball, and was even in the flag corps!
I was not in the popular crowd like Lindsay. She, unlike myself, was loved by everyone, students and teachers alike. It just seemed like whenever you would talk to her, it didn't matter who you were or what your social status was, she was a friend. She was like that with everybody.
I share many fantastic memories with Lindsay. Yesterday is a memory that I wish I didn't have to share with anyone ever again.
I posted on her facebook wall that she would be proud of me because, while it wasn't anything big, we had started a family garden. Then, another friend from our graduating class sent me a msg telling me that Lindsay had been killed in a 2 car accident that morning. I was floored. I didn't know what to say. How could this be? WHY! She was 31 years old, she still had her whole life ahead of her, why would God take such a wonderful person away from us? She was such a light in the darkness! I spent the rest of the evening in and out of crying. Sam got me to go out and work in the garden, said that it would help me get my mind off of the whole thing. I decided right there that I was going to dedicate our little plot of "farm" to her and Sams daughter.
Our little plot of Earth will now forever be called The Ivy Hill. There is no Ivy (yet) and the only hills are for pumpkins and watermelons. I would like to get some decorative stones or something to engrave with their names and dates and maybe a little plaque or something.
I lay in bed last night wondering why God would take such a wonderful person, and of course, my human nature kicked in and I got angry. I blamed the other driver, who walked away from that accident virtually unharmed. I wanted him to be some terrible person so it would be easy to blame him for snuffing out this beautiful candle. "Please be some punk kid" I found myself thinking. I looked him up on facebook this morning and he seems to be a nice person. He has the Rosewood Methodist Church website up as his website, and all of his public info is about churches. I just can't bring myself to hate him. It's not what Lindsay would do either. I'm sure he is hurting right now as well. Not only because he was in an accident, not just physical pain.
I sent a msg to her husband, tho they are separated. I'm sure he is going thru a lot right now as well. I send my prayers to the entire family, and to the family of the other driver. I'm sure that they are dealing with things as well.
Rest in peace dear friend. You will never be forgotten.
Lindsay Nicole Hill
10/25/79 - 5/19/11
