Monday, August 9, 2010

Waiting on an angel...one to carry me home....


Last Friday, August 6th, was the five year anniversary of my friend’s death. Marcia lost her fight with Neiman Pic Type-C in 2005, a day I remember so clearly. I had gone to Ben’s Bells and oddly enough was suppose to be going to her house to have a play date the very next day. That evening I got a phone call from her brother, I assumed it was to discuss the play date, it wasn't. So much happened when she passed away…a happiness because she was set free from any pain and a joy that she was with her brother and sister…but also a huge hurt because I had lost one of the most amazing people I have ever met and would never be blessed with her hugs and kisses again. Her family was in pain and it was hard to see my sergeant family hurting but she went to heaven as angels often do…having touched every life she possibly could.

She changed my life…she taught me how to fight…how to love unconditionally…how to live every day to its fullest. I miss her DAILY, I feel her in my soul, and I smile when I am clumsily and know she is in heaven laughing.

For some reason this anniversary was a lot harder on me than I originally thought it would be. Having been friends with the family for years I have learned to not pity myself or think I have bad problems because honestly…. what I deal with it SO trivial compared to what they went through with their three children. I think this years was so hard on me because over the past 12 months I seem to have lost a little part of who I was becoming: I stopped caring about myself, my body, my heart, and my head. I think I stopped living everyday to its fullest and was just giving in to the things all around me…no more!!I am trying to re-focus now…get back on track and I have an angel to thanks for that! I have so much to thank her for…I love her, always have…always will!

1 comment:

  1. It's amazing the impact that something can have on a life, isn't it? Wow, my thoughts are with you friend! I hope that you find her memories with you always. I know that is the hardest part of people we loved passing on. You should write down some happy ones or something if you haven't already.

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