When we moved to Texas 20 years ago, we were in the Frisco First Ward, of which we loved. Frisco was an up and coming/growing area and over the years that we lived there, it went from 3 Frisco Wards, to there are now 10 and the stake divided 3 times.
One of the very first people we met were Angie and Greg Dyer. Cute couple - Angie was from down in Vidor where my Uncle Bernie and his family live, so she knew what family I came from. She would go down to visit often, and so would keep me informed as to their comings and goings.
Being in the same ward for years, there were MANY ward activities and outside of church activities that we would do with the Dyers. Kylie and Kathryn babysat their little girls and many of us ward members formed a group of us that did tons of fun things together.
Angie is a realtor, and so the 4 times that we moved into rental homes, Angie was the one we would drag around from house to house until we found what we wanted. She was so good to us. When the Dyers moved out of the ward, they stayed in our stake, but we didn't see them AS often, but still enough that remained dear friends.
When we were ready to finally buy our First Texas Home, I called Angie.
Greg was in the stake as the Executive secretary to the Stake President - he was also our Pest Control man and had his own business. We saw him every three months when he came to spray.
Greg was also in the DMCO choir - so I saw and visited with him every week both before and after practice.
And they were like this with almost everyone they knew. That's just who Greg and Angie Dyer are.
Greg died 3 weeks ago - in a motorcycle accident.
Shock - denial - I still cannot wrap my head around it. None of us can. The motorcycle was new to him and apparently, on his way to Colorado, he lost control of the bike, flipping the bike into oncoming traffic and an SUV hit him, killing him at the scene. The police were only able to go into his phone to the last phone call he had made, which happened to be President Platt, the Stake President. So President Platt had to go and tell Angie.
They have three daughters - Susanna had just started her mission in May, and the other two, twins, were living locally. But they have left the church, are struggling in life and had been a great concern to Greg and Angie.
Broken hearts all the way around. Not being able to mourn with Angie has been the most difficult as the Covid 19 has kept social distancing the law. We couldn't go to the funeral because it was down in Vidor and for family only because of Covid 19. Angie is a mess. I sent her a text last night asking her if she is ok. Of course she's not Okay - she's a mess. She struggles to even get out of bed some days.
Hundreds - literally hundreds have reached out to Angie and the girls. Greg's influence spread wide and far. They are loved by so many.
This has been very difficult for me. I hate not being able to understand this loss. I have faith and understand the plan. But this loss is rough for me. I guess it's because it is combined with all the uncertainty and conflicts going on throughout the world right now. NOTHING is as it should be. The world is currently turned upside down - and so to have Greg pass at this time, only adds to the millions of questions that are already out there.
And to not have access to Angie like we normally would, we have to try and comfort her through phone calls, texts and prayers.
I just need to hug her - and have a chance to say goodbye to Greg.
Monday, July 20, 2020
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