A beautifully sunny bright day. First in a very long time.
With it comes news very early this morning that the daughter of our neighbor died before the sun came up. E lived far longer than anyone had predicted. When the doctors sent her home from Houston, the family was fearful she wouldn’t live for the plane ride. But, almost seven weeks later, her body finally gave out. It’s impossible to know how the family is feeling. I do know our minister was there today and I’ve been told the family is at peace but I suspect the real grieving begins today.
While there was no hope that E could live, there’s probably always a refusal to accept the eventual until it becomes reality. Today that reality happened.
The family has asked for privacy. No calls. No one coming over. Totally understood.
E’s son turns three on Friday and I know there was worry that E would die on his birthday, something no kid should have to grow up with. There’s a birthday party planned for Saturday, as there should be.
What started as a “simple melanoma” that doctors felt they got all of, moved to organs and eventually to her brain. When she and hubby and son came over for Thanksgiving, she looked just like her old self, but she took a marked decline right after that and was never able to bounce back.
Her peers, including our youngest, are deeply saddened to lose such a close friend, one we’ve known since she was two.
Life goes on, as it must, but I take pleasure in seeing the bright sun today as if it is to say it’s all going to be okay.