I am shocked and saddened to hear this tragic news. Amy has been a very special person, in my life. The entire Coulter family, really. She, the goofball little sister of my best friend, who grew to be my friend as well. While we have rarely seen one another in the few years since my high school days, we managed to stay in touch enough to keep up with one another. She loved sharing about her kids escapades. Josh, Emma, Jackson, my heart goes out to the entire family, but especially to the three of you and your father. You three are grieving a mother. Tim is grieving his soul-mate. Countless prayers are being lifted for each you.I wish I could tell you that time will heal the hurt. It wont. It will make it more bearable, though. I pray for the time when you realize your mother is not gone from you. Sometime later, and I hope it is soon, youll realize she is still very much with you. Youll say something, do something, one her [many] quirky mannerisms will come out and youll feel her presence. Youll catch glimpses of her, in the mirror, in each other. In the years ahead, youll see her looking back at you, as you gaze upon your own children. You come from an awesome family, and you are amazingly blessed to have her as a mom. She learned how to be a mother from one of the very best, her own. Actually, Amy got a lot from her mother her looks, her smile, & those dimples. Her quiet, incredible strength. Her ferocious devotion to her family. But her spirit, that genuine personality that positively radiated, her eagerness to embrace all that life had to offer and magnify it, that she got from her Daddy. That, and a proclivity for a little mischief now and then. Amy brightened any room she walked into, and was always quick to find the humor in any situation and share it with an infectious laugh; and there being no humor in the situation never stopped her, she would simply make some of her own (Did I mention a proclivity for mischief?). No matter the circumstance, she was determined to make the best of it, just loving life and never seemed satisfied until she had the people around her doing the same. You couldnt be around Amy without smiling, without feeling yourself being lifted. That was one of her many God-given gifts.She is sharing that gift, even now. Because when I force my mind to move from the shock and the grief, and instead move to think of her, she brings a smile to my face. And then I think of the celebration that must be taking place; Heaven is surely made even brighter, because of her arrival. Can you imagine the sheer joy being shared between her, Jack, Sylvia and Lee? One day we can all experience that joy; that is the promise Christ has given us. Until that time whenever I think of Amy, when I catch a glimpse of her in my own life, shell continue to make me smile.
