A friend of mine passed away yesterday. Her name is Andrea, and she was a very good person. She and her husband were good friends of Sweet Babou’s before we were married, and I was acquainted with them and liked them both. We all have a lot of mutual friends. Even though we didn’t see them often, they were people who retained the place of friends in our hearts.
Andrea was diagnosed with cancer eight years ago. They gave her six months to live. But she fought like hell because there was so much to fight for. She had a busy life as a teacher with many friends. She loved her husband very much and knew he would be bereft. And most importantly, her daughter, Lorelei, was just a few months old. So instead of going gently into that goodnight, Andrea battled the Grim Reaper with all of her valiant heart. When the cancer spread to her brain, she fought it. When it spread to her spine, she fought it. When it popped up in her lungs, she fought it. The doctors kept saying, “she cannot last long” but she always did.
I think we had all come to count on the idea of her beating the odds.
Finally, her body stopped responding to chemo. There was a massive tumor growing in her neck, pressing on her artery. Even Andrea could no longer beat the odds.
Her husband is, understandably, devastated. Her little girl is only in the third grade. But she will be able to remember her Mommy. Andrea’s fight was not in vain. Her daughter will always know her Mommy loved her more than anything. However, that is not much comfort to Lorelei right now. I don’t think anything is much comfort right now.
Tomorrow Lorelei and her Daddy have to put Andrea into the ground, and say goodbye. My heart just breaks for them.