Life is Fragile–Handle with Care

My best friend’s sister is dying of cancer.  She is only 40 years old, and she has come to the end of her road in life.  I’ve actually never met her, but I think about her all the time and I pray for her peace.  It’s a hard thing, this slow process of saying goodbye to someone you love every day.  It’s painful for me to experience it through my friend.  It’s hard.  It’s hard for ME, so I can only imagine how hard it is for her.  Sometimes life just isn’t fair.  She has a teenage son, and I wonder does he know his mother?  Does he really know who she is in her heart?

Life is fragile, people.  We all tend to forget that, I know.  We all know it.  This is the reason I make scrapbooks.  This is especially why I am in my scrapbooks more often now in the last year or so.  I want my beautiful daughter to know me.  Not just when I’m gone, but now too.  I want her to know my dreams and my faults and my mistakes.  (and trust me, she points them out to me on a regular basis!) 

My daughter is 7 years old, and if you were to ask her what my favorite drink is she’d tell you “Mountain Dew.”  (true)  I’m addicted to the stuff, and she knows that.  I know, it seems like a small thing, but she could also tell you that my favorite colors are yellow and pink.  Because she pays attention.  Because she asks these things.  Because she WANTS TO KNOW these things. 

And I think that’s so cool…