will not help…
this post may be a bit demented. Today has been a bitch. BITCH!!
today I have been thinking about the day my friend Gaynor died. Of ovarian cancer – it simply grabbed her, shook her and didn't let go. It was like a monster. It IS a monster – but on this occasion, it was more monsterish than usual.
She fought like a tiger. And she really did; she did all the right things – green tea, the 'right' food, lots of exercise etc. She was a tiny little person with a ton of energy - she wore amazing shoes – she gave wonderful advice. She was a good friend to me in the short time we knew one another.
What the fuck happened? Oh. Yes. Ovarian Cancer happened.
I am amazed – more than a whole year has passed since she was alive?? No. But – yes. Today was odd – I spent it thinking of her death – usually thoughts of Gaynor are of her life. She made a huge impression on me, helping me with my confidence with just one sentence.
But today my thoughts were of death. Gaynor's death. And how unfair things can be sometimes.
louder than silence louder than bells…
Laurel – where are you my friend?
Laurel with Diane :)