9 Years

I've had a lot of emotional things happen in the month of October, but surprisingly enough it's still my favorite month. On October 23, 1998 I lost someone very special to me to Cancer. Ironic how October is Cancer awareness month. The other day when I glanced at the calendar I could not believe it's been 9 years since her death. I always looked at Mary Lou as a grandma. She took on the role even if I didn't want her to! Being a "mother" figure came natural to her. She had 3 grown children, a husband who adored her, and 5 grand kids. Every time you saw her she would give you a hug and a kiss. Bright pink lip stick was her trademark, and matching nail polish. I used to paint her nails even after she got sick. "Looking good" was always important to her, I didn't think that should change just because of Cancer. She was the first person I was close to who died. I'll never forget the phone call, or the days leading up to her death. 1998 seems like it was just yesterday, the wounds are still fresh even after all this time. I'm not sure the wounds will ever heal, and that might be a good thing. It reminds us to love and cherish people even after they are gone, never forget who has made an impact on your life. I felt more peace inside this October 23rd. Time does help heal the heart.