Arenda Mcculla

We lost a wife, mother, sister, and friend. We had a wonderful best friend, side kick, and was the brightest in the room. One who never had the chance to grow old.

She was my first love, my first friend, and my first enemy. During this whole process I’ve been trying to find the words for something lost. Those long childhood afternoons of watching Golden Girls under a blanket that vanished so completely- and why? We are still reminded sometimes by a joke, a good ride, and youth energy.

Just like in life, she brought the family together, brought a ton of laughs that was cathartic.

But I would be lying if the last 12hrs weren’t one of the most traumatic experiences in our lives.

I had to remember it wasn’t about myself at this moment. I held her hand as she grasped for breath and watched her take her last breath. I love you mom.