Saturday, June 11, 2011


There is a hole where a life had been.

Summer vacations and camping trips and the beach and pool.

Do you remember when she lived with us? Do you remember putting up the fence when she was pregnant? Remember how we would get in trouble at the pool? She would yell at us to stop, and we would just laugh...because what were we really doing wrong? Remember that party when she got drunk on box zinfindel because that was her favorite? Remember how we danced to the 8 track tapes? She bought us our first microwave, remember that? We put hot dogs in there and blew them up. Remember how she helped get you, your first job? Remember the cows in her backyard? Remember how mad she'd get because they would wake her up in the summer?

She never missed a birthday. or anniversary.

Did you know that it's our anniversary? 18 years. 

Do you you remember when we got her diagnosis?

And it felt unreal. Like it just wasn't possible. It could have been anyone. But this time, it wasn't.

Then came the treatments. 

It's too advanced, but there is this experimental treatment that might work. 

But it didn't work.

Do you remember having to call everyone?