Chenoa and I went on a girl's beach weekend May 15-17. Littl
e did we know what we would encounter at Nags Head, NC. As we drove to our hotel, we passed a police car parked on the side of the road with flowers covering it. I knew right away what the car was there for. We found out that Sgt. Murray of the Nags Head Police Department was killed in a single car accident that very morning. We later stopped by the site and paid our respects to Sgt. Murray.
e did we know what we would encounter at Nags Head, NC. As we drove to our hotel, we passed a police car parked on the side of the road with flowers covering it. I knew right away what the car was there for. We found out that Sgt. Murray of the Nags Head Police Department was killed in a single car accident that very morning. We later stopped by the site and paid our respects to Sgt. Murray. This hit very close to home for me, obviously...Robbie's accident was very similar to Sgt. Murray's accident: single car and first officer down in the history of Nags Head.
Chenoa and I bought an angel that holds an American Flag and a card where I put my information for his surviving wife and daughters. We took it by the police department and asked two officers to give it to Kimberly (his wife) and his two daughters, Paige and Samantha.
Lots of memories have gone through my mind since we passed that scene....good memories of Robbie and cold memories of those days after his death. I was in shock for such a long time. I remember getting cards and letters from so many people who offered their friendship and shoulders to lean on....people I didn't even know. How amazing this all was to me....and how numb I was to all of it........for a long time.
But I feel it now and I feel for the Murray Family...I pray that God will show himself in some form to this family...maybe he showed me He was there but I didn't know how to see Him or my heart wasn't open to see Him.
Everything we did this weekend, every corner we turned ended up having something to do with Robbie...we even saw his name Robert Earl on a van, Sgt.Murray's middle name was Earl...it's so ....I don't know...like I was SUPPOSE to be at Nags Head this weekend. And have a friend like Chenoa to share it with.
3 comments:
great blog...I know it sounds cliche, but I believe this...everything happens for a reason. It may not make sense at the time, but ultimately it will all come together. Obviously losing my aunt and friend to cancer along with my own battle has made me a much better person.
You are an inspiration and full of strength and courage, keep up the amazing work
I have chills.... wow. I'm glad you got away for the weekend. Hope you enjoyed the time.
I should loan you a book I have called "Godwinks"..another perspective on all of those 'coincidences.'
hugs!
A weekend of coincidences - yes I would say! When we left the Green's - it all started there. A new family photo on the wall with an "empty" space next to Karen - Robbiw wasnt going to miss out on the family photo. He was there!!!! Then the single car accident of Sgt. Murray THAT morning! Then there was a wedding at the hotel and the DJ's name was "Robert Earl" - WOAH! The thin blue line was seen on cars on the way home. The tattoo - a thin blue line. I truly believe it was a weekend of Robbie watching over Karen and I and telling us "you 2 girls better behave and I will keep watch over you". Robbie's angel wings surrounded us this weekend. Thank you Robbie!
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