I read this morning that a friend’s cancer, which she has been fighting so fiercely, has taken a turn for the worse, and I knew this to be true because it was her husband who wrote it. This woman has been fighting so hard and for so long. Yet sometimes, it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference. Cancer is like that fierce ocean wave: no matter how good a swimmer you are, it will still pummel you down to the ocean floor as if you were a grain of sand.
My heart cries out for her husband, who with all his boyish cheer did everything in his power to support the love of his life. My heart mourns for Colin and James, her sons who have fallen victim to the cruelest of all, the loss of their mother. I cannot imagine the pain felt by Shelly’s mother, who is now losing the last of her three children, the other two called back in different ways.
Today was an interesting day: it was full and I learned some good news at work, yet all of it came to a screeching halt when I read Steve’s post about Shelly. Life is so short. Life is fragile and we can never prepare for what may come. Kiss your babies if you have ‘em, love your partners if you got ‘em, call your mom and dad if you still have them in your life. Pet your dogs if you have one, if you have a cat, they could probably care less, so whateves. The point I’m trying to make is WE JUST DON’T FUCKING KNOW, tell the people in your life how you feel. Do it for Shell.
Picture: This evening’s sunset.
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