Side note: If you are ever going to do the ugly cry (you know the one I'm talking about - heaving, wracking sobs, snotty, red puffy face - the whole thing) in a really public place...well, the best place for that to happen is probably around a bunch of quilters.
I got on the next plane home I could. I was in PA with my friend and her family for five days, honored to stand by them in the darkest of hours. What courage they have. What strength. We cried rivers of tears, but I'll admit that I was surprised at how much we laughed too. Really, what else is there to do?? Life is the strangest of things. The tenacity of the human spirit is remarkable. I find such strength and hope in being able to be honest about the depths of the darkness, and then find joy in the little moments that are like gifts. To think there is joy left to be had after this loss is a relief -so encouraging, and I thank God for it. I know we are just at the beginning of the many waves of grief, and I just hope and pray I am the friend my friends need in all this.
Another side note: My sweet hubby has been raising money for St. Baldricks for the past few years (since Michael was diagnosed) and this year we were so thankful for everyone who contributed to make his total over $8000 for research for childhood cancers! Here he is sporting his new look: (although, the initials are no longer on the side of his head!)
To read more about Michael's journey, you can visit his Caring Bridge page here.