As I remember that day, it was Saturday morning. Doug had been up super early doing work and I was in bed. He got a text or call from a friend, and I could tell something was wrong. He walked into our bedroom and came to the foot of the bed and said, “Cynthia had a heart attack.” I was trying to get my brain around the words he had said… and my brain was really trying to figure out who “Cynthia” was…. My mind first went to you, but quickly ruled that out because you are one of the healthiest women I know. In the few seconds that passed, I just couldn't figure it out. So I said to Doug, “Who?” Again he said “Cynthia” To which I said, “Cynthia Vander Ark?!?”
He proceeded to tell me the little he knew about what had happened. Shock settled into me, I just couldn't really get my head around it. A few hours later, I called some mutual friends of ours in Richmond, VA to ask them to pray for you. As I was leaving a message for them, I began to cry. Tears of shock, grief, fear… tears for you… and tears for Wes and your girls!
As the days continued, I felt such heaviness for your girls. I prayed for them and wanted to reach out to them. Wondering how they would process this and hoping they had good friends to walk with them in this valley.
As much as I HATE that this happened, I am very thankful for your life and for this event bringing us back into regular contact. That has been such a gift for me.