"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I was faced with the greatest challenge of my writing career - writing and delivering the eulogy of my best friend, the father of my five children and the truest man I've ever known... You know how sometimes you’ll meet a person and think to yourself or even tell everyone around you, 'Oh my gosh, he was the nicest man you could ever want to meet!' Well, That wasn’t my husband."
In the summer of 1997, Julie Kemp, her husband, Andy, and their 8-year-old son, Landon, were driving home from church when an ambulance coming back to its station crashed into their car at an intersection.
