A month ago today I was wishing my friend Beki a happy birthday on Facebook. 10 days later I posted this:
I’ve know Beki and her whole family since I was 6 years old. We all grew up together: here is a little flashback photo:
I don’t know why Niki isn’t in this photo… But this was my family growing up. These were my people. My safe place. My sanctuary.
When I heard the news of Beki’s passing my world just stopped for a moment. I mean really. She is only three years older than me. It just can’t be true. But… It was. It is. So… In order for this girl to process I did what I do and I went for a run. A run to grieve, to remember Beki… A run to help me make sense of it all. So, I set out last Saturday on a little memorial run… A run for Beki. I chose a route that went through our old neighborhood, took a little trip down “memory lane” if you will. I chose to run 7.11 to celebrate her life. (Her birthday is July 11th). And listened to praise and worship music because she loved to sing (and had the voice of an angel) …and worshipping was her favorite.
However most of my Beki memories take place at Apollo high School. I couldn’t make it to Apollo on my run. But what I do have are memories getting off at this bus stop:
And walking the three blocks home and Beki and I giggling because I would have to go to the bathroom so bad that I would walk funny. She would continue to bring up this memory into adulthood. We had such a good time in high school. I was a quiet, shy girl who didn’t have many friends in school. Beki and I would hang out between classes in the music room and play the piano. She taught me a lot, about music and life. We even convinced a teacher we were actually sisters. She refused to let me have a bad day and would do anything to make me smile. Always had a joke or story to brighten my day. She was just Such a great listener!!
Besides memories here are some thoughts I wanted to share from my run.
Beki oozed Jesus. She was the girl in high school who brought her bible to school. She didn’t care what other people thought. She was always there to quote a bible verse or teach me about Jesus. She just wanted people to know Him, but she didn’t push it down thier throats… She did it through love.
I know she is without pain is and having the biggest party in Heaven with her Jesus. Something she lived her life for. I can’t be sad for that!! I am sad for the rest of us. Her parents, her sisters and especially her nieces. Beki was full of love for everyone…but had a special connection to her nieces and it breaks my heart that they won’t get to grow up with her like I did. I consider myself extremely blessed to have had such a great friend…especially during high school which can be a really awkward, difficult time.
She was true to herself.
She put others before herself.
She lived “choose joy”
And after all that I decided what I need to do make her proud. Drop some of the negativity that I’ve been carrying. Realize that life really just is so short and you never know when it’s over. Live the life I’ve been given. Shine like the stars. Let people know that I love them. Be a good listener, it really make people feel cared for. Be a friend. Have fun. Smile. Laugh.
Of course I could go on… And on… But I’ll end with this:
Beki (along with her big sister Niki) were both like big sisters to me. I hope to make them proud. Rest in peace Beki. Your memory will live on…and we will keep your spirit alive.
🎶🎶🎶 you are the wind beneath my wings🎶🎶