Earlier this week our family took a rough blow...a tough day to be a law enforcement family...and, as always, we circled our wee little wagons and ambushed Daddy with hugs and kisses when he came home. I may have been slightly more enthusiastic than others...
Wednesday evening, I loaded up the kiddos and drove the hour out to my parent's to join them and my sister for supper and to help them decorate their Christmas tree. After supper, enjoying the quiet of kiddos playing downstairs, we chatted about this and that.
My sister's neighbor and dearest friend is dying. She's been battling cancer for years. Sometimes she wins a round--certainly more than others and more than doctor's said she would. But we all know cancer fights dirty. And takes no prisoners. She's rapidly losing the war. The concern isn't whether or not she'll be around for her eldest daughter's 17th birthday next month...but more will she be around Christmas morning?
And just like that...our problems were reduced to the size of a pea. Our issues are man made--it'll all be sorted out in the end. One way or an other. But the heartache of losing a friend? Of watching two girls say goodbye to their mother? Forever living with the void that will be left by this vibrant, amazing woman? How does that get sorted out?