My friend died today. As I sit here I feel quite numb. She's battled cancer for four years and the last month was just the last straw her body could take.
She was one of the happiest people I've ever met. I wonder what her secret was?
Thirty six years ago my very best friend died of cancer. I had made a conscious choice to stick it out with her to the bitter end. I had made that choice when I met her. You see, she was in remission at the time and it was the type that carried an inevitable death sentence. I'll never forget that moment sitting across the table from her. It was a milestone marker moment in my life.
I had intended to do the same this past month but one thing or another got in my way. Mostly I believe it was fear. Fear of my own raw emotions that would surface. I should have told myself, "This is NOT about you. It's about her."
I saw her two weeks ago and she was doing remarkable well so today's news came as a shock. I thought I had more time. But it's not about me.
She is free now. Free as the birds.
