So why write today? Because a wonderful lady I had the pleasure of knowing just a little bit- but enough so that I feel completely touched to the core by her fight, fierceness, determination, and positive demeanor- died. As I walked through "the line" and shook hands with her 17 year old son, husband, and father and said all the wrong things (I should KNOW better!), I cried. For her. For them. For my kids. For myself. It's just SAD. I know it's part of life, I know we were blessed to have our loved ones in our life as long as we did, blah, blah, blah. It's still so gosh darn sad! And it hurts. It hurts at the time you are laying your loved one to rest and it hurts seven years later as you relive that day in your head.
I don't have a point today really. I just needed to get my feelings out. I texted my friend (who has also experienced significant losses in her own life) and said that Cindy was in heaven with Jove and that gave me comfort. She said they were probably taking care of her young Thomas J and we both said we HOPED that Heaven really was like that: that our loved ones gathered together to watch over us and hang out with each other. Hope. I really truly hope that. And having hope has gotten me this far so I don't plan to change things up now! :)