Early Monday morning, a friend of mine lost her battle with stomach cancer. Her fight had its ups and downs over a period of several years but, through it all, she remained positive. She was amazing that way. At the 1st of two services, story after story reflected upon this positivity and fierceness which she lived and breathed throughout the whole of her life on earth. I laughed, and I cried, and I remembered her beautiful way of living.
When her other half stood up and spoke of the huge hole left behind, the pull to just give up, and the fight required to go on, I remembered feeling that way too.
If only I’d remembered to bring along some kleenex.
Many hugs, my friend.
I should have included: I am so glad to be where I am today.
Hugs to you. My aunt is dying from gallbladder cancer and I know how precious every day is. Big hugs.
Hugs!