Mother, Daughter and Friend

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    This morning I was awoke by a voice mail from my brother saying that our aunt by marriage had passed away after a long battle with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. She was 52. It is very difficult to lose anyone but after being diagnosed with cancer every time you hear of a  recurrence or death it is a wake up call, like a punch in the stomach that takes you right back to the day you were diagnosed. As awful as that sounds and it really is, it is useful, for me anyway. As the months pass since active treatment you begin to migrate back to normalcy that normal feeling is your ultimate goal, the PRIZE, during chemo. That normal, however, is challenged with each doctor visit, each ache, pain, scan or test. But none like the loss of a fellow survivor. My heart is heavy but I know that God has a plan for me as he did for Diane. I don't know the details but I trust Him. Praise you God for another day to be a mother to my children, a daughter to my mother and father, a sister, granddaughter, cousin and friend. Amen.

    This is a photo of my aunt Diane and her mother at her church in the Northland, she signed for the deaf patrons in her church before diagnosis. This morning she is gazing upon our Saviors face in heaven:)

 

 

 

 The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not  want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Amen