The Sad…
Friday night, while I was enjoying a hamburger with my husband before going to the movies, my friend B was dealing with her own little Hell. She got word that her mother succumbed to her fight with cancer.
I’ve always hated that euphemism; it implies a surrender, a white flag, a giving up. I guess I’m too much of a Dylan Thomas fan to go along with that.
On top of that, although I didn’t know B’s mom half as well as I should have liked, if B is anything like her mother, I know that “surrendering” didn’t come easy. Sure, B does have her feelings of temporal claustrophobia, as do we all—hemmed in by choices we’ve made or by choices made for us/concerning us by others- but she still has maintained her dignity, grace, and most importantly her dreams. She’s not really one to give up. She has always found a way to make the seemingly impossible possible, and manages to find the strength to take care of everyone important to her (I consider myself very fortunate to be one of them) and someone like that doesn’t just give up.
So, I’ll be in Minden for the funeral on Friday, celebrating the life of the mother of a friend. Please, keep them in your thoughts.
