Why must wonderful people get so sick?
.....and I don't mean me.
My phone just rang on this lovely, sunny morning--4 weeks post-op. It was a beautiful lady who is the mother of one of my best long-time friends. She is terminally ill and so very, very fragile. However, she was checking up on me (of course) and thanking me for caring about her (as if I could do otherwise....she's the closest person I can think of to compare to my own gentle mother).
Why must this perfect lady--beloved wife, mother, grandmother and friend--face such a dire situation? I want my mother, and I know Chris wants his. Eighty years is way too short sometimes.
Do we love enough when we have the chance?
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