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The following post was written on my facebook page following my uncle Kevin’s shooting on June 11, 2018. Kevin Valencia, a police officer, was 27 years old when he was shot in the head after responding to a domestic violence call where 4 young children were held and murdered. He is my hero and I’d like to keep these on my blog as a tribute to him.

As of February 9th, 2019, Kevin is still in a coma. Please pray.

Last month, right after arriving in Miami following my uncle Kevin Valencia’s accident (and our midnight rush up to Orlando), I raided my mother’s stash of childhood pictures and separated all the ones with Kevin. There were hundreds of pictures, dating back from the time he was a newborn, but still, I felt like some were missing…

My mom admitted she had gifted a lot to Kevin after his wedding to Meghan and hadn’t made copies, so begrudgingly I swore that I’d return her originals after my husband, Andres made copies. Then, I’d keep the copies. 

Well, at this point (and over a month later), I’m still vaguely irritated with the fact that I don’t have ALL the photos, but satisfied with my hefty haul. So, last night, I went to my parents’ house and went about cleaning out another area I had long since promised—my old bedroom.
And in the messy closet, I find a small blue tub. The only tub in the entire closet actually, and one I had seen many times, but assumed contained nothing of value.

I open the tub and in it are 3 girly photo albums each marked with one word: “friends.”
As I flip open the first album, what do I come to find? One of my favorite photos of Kevin.
So I continue flipping, and more and more photos of Kevin emerge. At least a hundred through all three albums and photos of our friends, Meghan ValenciaJohn ReedKelsey Coggins and too many more to name. My best friends and his best friends all together in photo albums I assembled in my youth.

So when people ask how my uncle came to marry my best friend, Meghan. 
The answer is simple: They were both my best friends. And still are.❤️

“It’s been Paid for”

The following post was written on my facebook page following my uncle Kevin’s shooting on June 11, 2018. Kevin Valencia, a police officer, was 27 years old when he was shot in the head after responding to a domestic violence call where 4 young children were held and murdered. He is my hero and I’d like to keep these on my blog as a tribute to him.

As of February 9th, 2019, Kevin is still in a coma. Please pray.

Today, as I was standing in the check-out line in the hospital cafeteria, the gentleman in front of me asks, “Do you want me to pay for your lunch?”
Politely I respond, “oh no, that’s alright. You don’t have to do that. I’ve got it.”
More adamantly this man then says, “Do you want free lunch, yes or no?”
I, taken-aback by his persistence, say while stumbling over my words, “but…why?..”
Then, with a huge smile, the man sighs and says, “Trust in God. He is good,” and walks away.

At this point, I’m thinking that this man is crazy, but very sweet and I open up my wallet to pay for my lunch. That’s when the cashier smiles at me and says, “It’s been paid for.”

Instantly I start crying over this small act of kindness. A $5 lunch may seem like nothing to most people, but in this moment when Kevin is upstairs in a hospital bed, all I can think about is God reaching out his mighty hand in this time of need. He sees Kevin and is watching out for him, Meghan, the boys, and the rest of our family.

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