HINDE, MOANA B., Funeral Services for
Moana B. Hinde will be Monday, the 19th of January, 2009 from 6-9PM at
the Apopka Chapel of the Baldwin Fairchild Funeral Home in Apopka, FL.
Moana passed away on the 15th of January, 2009. She is survived by her
husband, George and sons, Tony and Michael Hinde of Apopka, Fl. Please
sign and view the guestbook at www.baldwinfairchild.com Baldwin-Fairchild Funeral, 601 N. Park Ave., Apopka, FL 32712 (407) 886-1461|
Published in the Orlando Sentinel on 1/18/2009
It looks so innocuous doesn't it? Plain, simple, no indication of the way she died. Nothing gives it away.... what happened last Thursday night.... except that she died. It doesn't even say how old she was. My friend Anne had been looking in the paper everyday. It hadn't made the news, thanks be to God. But the fact that there was no press, no obituary... it made it seem unreal. Anne and I hadn't gotten anyone's name or address or contact info at the accident scene. I had made a conscious decision to walk away... leave everyone and everything there on 17th street in Ft. Lauderdale. I decided to resign as everyone's pastor when I walked away. But circumstances just keep conspiring to keep me connected. I walked into a coffee shop on Friday night and there sat the chief inspector who took our statements and then recorded our statements. He was very young but very kind and efficient. It was wierd to run into him..... of all the places in Ft. Lauderdale.... there he was. Yesterday Anne and I had gone back to the restaurant we had dinner in that night and then drove slowly up the road until we approached the accident scene. Anne stopped, we got out of the car and looked around. The orang markes were on the street, L Front, R Front, L Rear, R Rear, a circle where something plastic had been crushed, I circle around where her glasses ended up, a circle around the small pool of blood that had flowed out of a compound fracture of her right hand. We stood together in the warm wind with the sun brightly shineing and said prayers together. And then today, Anne found the obituary. It felt like something has been tied to me.... I can hardly walk the burden is so heavy.
Anne and I had been driving up the street that Moana was crossing when she tripped and fell. She went down quickly and didn't get up. A young man in a car had just pulled up to a stop coming out of a parking lot. Moana had just gone over to Outback to get a desert and was taking it back to her hotel room at the Embassy Suites hotel. But she tripped. And the young man didn't see her fall, thought she'd crossed the road, he couldn't see her lying on the ground. We couldn't get to him in time. We watched it all happen.... as if in slow motion. The car pulled out and both passenger wheels rolled over her torso. I ran to her and took her hand as she lay crying on the ground. I spoke to her in calm tones and assured her all would be well. I knew it would be.... but at that moment I didn't realize she would surely die. I knelt on the pavement holding her hand, asking her questions to take her mind off the horror and the pain. The young man knelt there too, on the phone with 911. Begging her forgiveness. Weeping. Praying. Distraught. I held her hand and put my other hand on his shoulder as his body shuddered in grief and remorse and regret and agony.
Now the movie plays. The fall, his car moves, the wheels roll, her body convulses, he stops, suddenly we're all there.... kneeling on the ground. I can feel her hand... warm and gripping mine and then cold and lifeless. I can hear someone say, "Let go, step back" as they roll her onto the stretcher and quickly put her into the ambulance. I see the young man periodically collapsing after they took her away and simply disentegrating when someone phoned him on his cell phone from the hospital to say she had died. I can hear myself praying. I can feel his anger and confusion and grief.
For those of you who haven't heard from me in awhile.... I've been busy. And mostly I've been trying to get past the accident since it happened on Thursday. I'm writing about it here to try to get it out of my head and to ask you all to pray for Moana's family and for the young man and his young wife and their 2 year old baby girl. Pray for Tony that one day he will be able to go on with his life. And God rest the soul of the faith departed.... Moana.