Isn’t the name Leah Lowe beautiful.
I loved her name before I ever met here. Three years ago I first heard the name Leah Lowe at church. Her name came up in a conversation with another church member who was talking about her in such a sweet way. Leah had helped and reached out to her. I heard her name again at another time spoken of in the same positive tone. Leah was a pretty popular girl. She seemed to be every one’s friend and one day I did have the chance to meet her.
I first met Leah on a Sunday at church in the mother’s lounge. I was nursing my baby Reef in a rocking chair. Leah, a few years younger then me, was holding a baby, not her baby, but helping a friend out who had recently had a baby.
“I just love babies,” Leah said, “but I can’t have anymore. Instead of being sad about it, I just help everyone else with their baby.”
Leah was the mother of 4 beautiful children, two boys and two girls; happy children, loved children. Leah radiated around her children and her husband. She was a smiley person, hugging those around her, a sympathetic listener, very caring when someone was sad. I was so happy to be her friend. About a year later, Leah told me she was moving to
. She’d been offered a well-paid job and would work full-time while her husband attended school. When Leah moved, there were a lot of sad hearts, including mine. Colorado
But, a few months later, I saw her at church again.
Leah told me she’d brought the kids back to
on vacation to visit family. They’d cried the entire car ride home back to Arizona , missing their grandparents and cousins, aunts and uncles, so Leah and her husband decided to move back. Colorado
Just like that.
What dreamy parents, huh.
While I knew Leah she worked with the elderly and with special needs children. She just couldn’t get away from helping people.
After finding a small and painful bump on her leg that wouldn’t go away, she went to the doctor. Leah was diagnosed with a rare aggressive form of cancer called T-cell lymphoma. It quickly spread throughout her body. She started cancer treatment and was soon heavy into chemotherapy.
Every time I saw her she was smiley and she was so optimistic. She would fight this; for her children, for her husband, because she loved life.
She continued to help others, even while she was sick.
Members of my church have been amazing. So many people have reached out to Leah’s family. Meals, babysitting, contributions, countless words of encouragement, prayers, fasting; all to honor the Lowe family. I was so touched when my own boys wanted to fast for Leah. Praying for her became part of our daily routine, as I know it did for some many others who loved her.
You may remember last year in June, Kelly and I had a benefit yard sale for Leah Lowe (read about that here).
A benefit yard sale and bake sale was a great way to get friends and family involved in something positive. Everyone wanted to help, everyone wanted to do something and to share love and we did it by selling our dear trash. We were able to raise $2,000.00. This helped Leah and her family cover everyday expenses they were struggling to meet.
Through Leah’s 1 ½ year battle with cancer, she fought with everything she had. Her faith in Jesus Christ shined through her eyes. She held hands with God through two bone marrow transplants. More then once, she would return home to her family only to go back to the hospital with more complications.
This weekend, Leah was placed in hospice and died just a day later.
Sweet Leah Lowe, beautiful wife, mother, daughter, friend and now angel, is in heaven. Her family has been so strong and with amazing faith know they will see her again.
I saw Leah a few hours before she passed. With my mom by my side, I held Leah’s hand and kissed her forehead. I told her she was so beautiful, that she had fought with everything she had. I told her I loved her that we, her friends, would love and look after her children.
I wondered if Jesus was in this room. What angels were here? Perhaps Leah’s brother, who had passed away a few years earlier, was waiting for her?
I believe in Jesus Christ and love Him.
Painting by Greg Olsen
I believe in life after death. I know we lived with God before we were born and when we die, we return home to Him. I believe families are eternal, that these special relationships live beyond the grave. I believe Jesus Christ is my Savior and that he atoned for my sins. Every life has a purpose, every person is known by Him, not a sparrow falls from a tree that He is not aware of.
There is comfort knowing Leah is now in His arms. She is out of pain and heaven’s most beautiful angel.