Cancer - that evil word
Yet again I'm reminded of how deeply I loved and respected my friend ShadowWolf, and by proxy his wife Mouse. Another acquaintance passed away yesterday after succumbing to his fight with cancer; but I didn't know him very well at all. So when I saw the first post go up on a different acquaintances page I assumed it was no one I knew and held my peace. Facebook, for many of my friends, is just a sounding board of life's frustrations.
Some hours later a friend PM'd me the same news; and almost as he typed the message my phone rang, another friend calling to impart the news. I admitted to both that I did not recognize the name, and since this was not uncommon for me the friend on the phone offered to send me a couple photos to spur any residual memories I may have.
After hanging up with her I noticed another friends' post, the same news, but this time the person's name was linked, so I followed it - grateful at last to have a name for a face that had apparently touched many of my friends lives. But after following the link and finding the pictures that could have sparked recognition I found myself on the verge of tears. The sudden wave of grief was not spurred by recognition of the newly passed, but by the sight of another loved and lost set of friends.
The abrupt passing of such dear friends still haunts me; still leaves me on the verge of tears, and once they well my thoughts turn again to my father, also still too recently stolen by cancer. Cancer is a wicked bed-fellow, leaving few of those I love to exclaim over winning the fight. I only hope the medical practice gets versed enough in curing all forms of cancer so that future generations do not live in such utter fear and contempt for such a vicious and multi-faceted life threatening disease.
Some hours later a friend PM'd me the same news; and almost as he typed the message my phone rang, another friend calling to impart the news. I admitted to both that I did not recognize the name, and since this was not uncommon for me the friend on the phone offered to send me a couple photos to spur any residual memories I may have.
After hanging up with her I noticed another friends' post, the same news, but this time the person's name was linked, so I followed it - grateful at last to have a name for a face that had apparently touched many of my friends lives. But after following the link and finding the pictures that could have sparked recognition I found myself on the verge of tears. The sudden wave of grief was not spurred by recognition of the newly passed, but by the sight of another loved and lost set of friends.
The abrupt passing of such dear friends still haunts me; still leaves me on the verge of tears, and once they well my thoughts turn again to my father, also still too recently stolen by cancer. Cancer is a wicked bed-fellow, leaving few of those I love to exclaim over winning the fight. I only hope the medical practice gets versed enough in curing all forms of cancer so that future generations do not live in such utter fear and contempt for such a vicious and multi-faceted life threatening disease.