This past week was a rough one. I traveled to Pensacola with co-workers to the funeral of one of our own. Debra Fuller passed away on January 15th, and was laid to rest on the 23d. She was a wonderful, loving, giving friend. She missed the birth of her third grandchild, Michael, who arrived on the 19th. He's a beautiful little boy with a lot of light brown hair and big blue eyes.
When Deb was diagnosed with cancer, less than six months ago, I refused to believe that she would not beat it and would return to work. It took awhile to sink in because even after the funeral I was convinced she was playing a trick on us. But it hit me today that she won't be coming back.
I take comfort in knowing that she was surrounded by those she loved most in the world when she left this earthly existence. And knowing that if I can live my life right I will see her once again.
Rest In Peace dear friend.
1 comment:
I'm so very sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. (And of your dear dog in a previous post.)
My mom died last February, and it's taken me this long to start feeling normal and cheerful again. Such a hole it leaves in our lives to lose someone we love, whether human or animal.
Thanks so much for visiting my blog.
Post a Comment