Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of Flight 5191 crashing and killing 49 people.
Today marked the 366th day I've lived without my dear friend.
Sunday we drove to the "remembering 5191" service being held at Southland Christian Church. People lined the street holding signs: "We love you", "We will never forget", "God is holding your loved ones" It was moving beyond words.
I have seen Senior Minister John Weece speak twice now. The first was at Fenton's funeral, the second at the remembrance service held for Fenton and 48 others on Sunday.
He is without doubt, one of the most gifted speakers I have ever had the pleasure of listening to.
His words educate me, touch me and fill me with emotion and want to do things better; BE better.
He sat quietly wearing a black shirt imprinted with only (in white letters) 5191.
When it came time for him to give guidance with his amazing insight and comforting words, he said nothing, not one spoken word.
A stack of poster boards carried his message to 1,200 ears, in complete silence.
Part of his message read, "one + one + one. . ." repeated 49 times. ". . . one + one = 49"
Then he wrote out their names; 49 names on a piece of poster board- to fit them all they were so small I could barely read them.
The next board read "small on paper, BIG in our hearts"
The next one read "every 'one' counts".
The impact of losing my friend has been overwhelming.
The impact Mr. Weece's unspoken message was beautiful and fitting.
Last night I got home, entering the house with the phone to my ear as usual. Marsha stood in the kitchen finishing up the weekends dishes. She's had an unthinkable week.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"I can't sleep." She said.
I ended my phone conversation instantly, walked around to her and hugged her for a long long time.
Every "one" counts.
We miss you Fenton - each and every day.
