This is NOT one of my “Favourite Things On A Friday” post.
I seem to have fallen ass-backward, as per usual, into work I am not sure I have time for, but don’t want to turn down the opportunity or experience. Monday through Thursday were all about jumping through hoops, finding my legs, and navigating a new schedule. Fun fact about me: I am not well equipped to handle change to my normal routine. But that’s okay, I will eventually adapt, as I always manage to do.
That was my four workdays.
Today? Today is a shitty way to end and a very long week: we are going to celebrate and honour a life lived and lost to cancer. My husband’s aunt put up a long and valiant fight against this cruel and terrible disease. Cancer won.
It’s sad and it’s raw, but it’s real and it’s here.
This morning we will pick up a freshly dry-cleaned and pressed suit. I will choose black pumps, my black hand-bag, and apply water-proof mascara in preparation for tears that will be shed. The weather is cloudy and cool. The only colour in the sky is that of the changing leaves on trees. An overcast day to fit our gloomy mood.
Children, grandchildren, sisters, brothers, nephews, and nieces will gather. This is not the family event any of us want to attend. Words will be spoken about a kind, gentle, giving person who loved her family and her husband. It will not be hard to find warmth in the way we will look back on her life. Saying good-bye is the hard part. Watching the heartache is harder still.
Afterward, we will come home. Life will continue as it should.
This weekend is Thanksgiving here in Canada. I will be especially thankful for what I have, for my family, for what we share and what we have to look forward to together.
Funny how death puts these things in perspective…
I wish this was a happier post.