Some anniversaries stink
A year ago today, I got the fateful phone call from my brother telling me that I had to get to my Dad. He was close to the end and we needed to be at his side. It took just 4 hours for me to drop just about everything and leave. By the end of the week, my Dad had passed away.
Tomorrow, I am going to attend the funeral of a very special friend. I didn’t realize that my friend was actually younger than my Dad, and was quite shocked when I learned. She seemed to have so much spirit, so much life, so much wisdom…I really will miss her. My Dad and my friend both died of cancer, not the same kind, but that doesnt really matter. This makes this day, this week, so much harder to get through.
