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It is never easy when we lose someone we love. It seems to be even harder when it is unexpected.

This weekend our view lost a beautiful woman. She was a loved wife and mother, sister and friend. I knew her as my mom’s maid of honor and my mom her matron of honor. I knew her as a Northwest mom. Many know her husband, Kent Boughton, NTV’s Chief Forecaster.

Behind every great man is a great woman cheering him on and that was Lori.

He said it perfectly late last night on his Chief Forecaster Facebook page.

We need to tell our spouses often how much we love them. We need to kiss them. We need to hug them. We never know when it will be our last time.

Rest In Peace Lori. Our thoughts and prayers are with your family!

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Christy Margritz

Born and raised in central Nebraska, Christy lives in Kearney with her husband, daughter, son, and two dogs. She is a preschool teacher with a passion for worship. Some of Christy’s favorite things include singing, dancing, watching movies, or reading a good book. Most days you can find her dancing and singing with her daughter and son!

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