We’ve been seeing a bit more of Grampa Dave recently, and yesterday we took him to the beach with us: good way to combine two of our favorite things about Florida. We all needed a little cheering up. A good friend of ours, and a great friend of Grampa’s, Marlene, just died after a valiant fight with ovarian cancer. I say valiant because Marlene was intelligent and pro-active. She researched and pursued treatment, and she encouraged and informed those who turned to her for advice.
In a way, it’s almost easier for me to accept her death because she was in remission when I first met her. She had already lost her hair and was always conscious that her cancer could come back at any time. Marlene had a tea-cup chihauhua that grew into a teapot, named Hope, and she always asked about my kids’ artwork and dance lessons and told me how creative and smart they are.
Marlene was too young, too friendly, and too alive to die. I’m sure that’s true of thousands of people every day. I just know that I’m glad I could tell Sally, with utmost conviction, that Marlene is now in heaven, and happy to be there. And I think she would be glad to know that we went to the beach and thought of her, just a little.
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