the light of my life.................

Jul 16, 2010 19:31

It is not that I am a secretive person, it is that I am very private about many things in my life. That is just how they made me at the factory.

Today however is a day to share with my friends and family (including you all here) of the passing of my daughter Poppy.

Many of you knew her and others of you knew of her. She was the light in my life and though our struggles were many, through it all we were a devoted pair.

She has gifted Michael and I with an amazing grandson Gage, who we are both fully committed to raise as a responsible and sensible human. Many of you will be a part of that process. Hope you are up to the challenge.

Today is bittersweet as many passings are. She was in enormous amounts of pain as the cancer consumed her body. No amount of drugs could take it all away and like me, she remained silent about much of what she was dealing with. We are all relieved that the pain is now over, but are left to be the ones to carry on with just our memories.

It is a wondrous thing that we have this vehicle called the internet and venues like LJ. It is possible to keep the memories alive and allow others to contribute theirs without too much effort. This will be a good thing for Gage as he grows up to know that she touched so very many good people in her short life.

Please do not send messages asking if there is anything you can do for us. We know you would if you could. Instead, take the time to care for someone today. Send that message to someone you have been thinking of but never really seem to get the time to do. Take a bubble bath, light a candle or allow that jerk on the freeway to cut in front of you. Those are the best things you can do to honor friends who are experiencing such devastating losses.

Mike and I are appreciative of all your well wishes and heartfelt sympathies. We will be in touch when we decide on a commemorative event.

For all you girlie, girls who are reading this.....yes, we did paint her toenails a glorious red for her journey. Poppy would not have had it any other way.

Mitakuye Oyasin


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