Rest In Peace
Donna passed away this afternoon.
I don't have any other information. Mom's been up in British Columbia (she's on her way back now) all weekend, so I haven't had a chance to talk to her. Joe called tonight (I was asleep 'til then) to let me know the news.
She made it a year longer then she was told she would. Everytime they told her "two months left, max", she'd make it another three. Everytime they told her, "Say your goodbyes," she'd make it another six weeks.
She made it though every milestone she wanted to reach before she passed. She saw her grandkids playing in the high of summer. She helped make Harmoney Hill a beautiful and prosprus and peaceful place for all cancer victoms and their families. She celibrated birthdays, births, and even Christmas and New Years with her family.
She didn't want to die, because she didn't want to give up on life. She didn't want to not enjoy every bit of life she could. She wasn't afraid of death, she'd already gone though four rounds of cancer, so when they told her she would not and could not recover or go into remission for a fifth time, she'd already had time to prepare for the news somewaht. She wasn't afraid to die by the end, she just wanted to keep enjoying life for as long as she could. She wanted to get the most out of it she could.
And she'll always be a part of this house, too. From the wood trim on my own kitchen which she and her grandkids sanded and stained for me, and the tile mosaic she designed and laied herself across my threashold, to the colors of paint she picked out for the upstairs (rich senna tan and a dark rust red) and the still life fruit oil she gave mom for over the mantel.
She'll always be a part of this home. And this family.
She also appreshated all the good thoughts and prayrs you all sent her way.
Thank you all.
Rest In Peace, Donna. We'll see you on the next go 'round.
I don't have any other information. Mom's been up in British Columbia (she's on her way back now) all weekend, so I haven't had a chance to talk to her. Joe called tonight (I was asleep 'til then) to let me know the news.
She made it a year longer then she was told she would. Everytime they told her "two months left, max", she'd make it another three. Everytime they told her, "Say your goodbyes," she'd make it another six weeks.
She made it though every milestone she wanted to reach before she passed. She saw her grandkids playing in the high of summer. She helped make Harmoney Hill a beautiful and prosprus and peaceful place for all cancer victoms and their families. She celibrated birthdays, births, and even Christmas and New Years with her family.
She didn't want to die, because she didn't want to give up on life. She didn't want to not enjoy every bit of life she could. She wasn't afraid of death, she'd already gone though four rounds of cancer, so when they told her she would not and could not recover or go into remission for a fifth time, she'd already had time to prepare for the news somewaht. She wasn't afraid to die by the end, she just wanted to keep enjoying life for as long as she could. She wanted to get the most out of it she could.
And she'll always be a part of this house, too. From the wood trim on my own kitchen which she and her grandkids sanded and stained for me, and the tile mosaic she designed and laied herself across my threashold, to the colors of paint she picked out for the upstairs (rich senna tan and a dark rust red) and the still life fruit oil she gave mom for over the mantel.
She'll always be a part of this home. And this family.
She also appreshated all the good thoughts and prayrs you all sent her way.
Thank you all.
Rest In Peace, Donna. We'll see you on the next go 'round.