Yesterday I woke up with a heaviness inside my soul that I thought would rid itself after a good night’s sleep. After having a physically and emotionally exhausting day the day before, I thought for sure the anger and frustration I was feeling was just a result of the fact that I was tired and hungry. But, instead, I started my day feeling the same way I felt going to bed the night before- defeated and drained.
I went back and forth with the idea of writing this blog post. I’m not the kind of person to sulk and feel sorry for myself nor do I want others feeling that way towards me. But, just like many writers can attest to, writing is my form of therapy. It allows me to think more clearly and gain a sense of relief as I type these words out to share with the world.
A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to be the keynote speaker at Lincoln High School’s National Honor Society banquet, and as fate would have it, I came down with the flu and was unable to attend. Fortunately, I have the coolest and most supportive mother on the planet who happily took my speech to the banquet and read it to the guests that evening while my father selflessly took care of me. Below are the words I had written down for her to recite, so I thought I’d share it with you.
To the most remarkable community I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know- thank you for all your thoughts and prayers over the last several days while I’ve been in the hospital. They WORKED, and I am home, happy, and on my way to feeling like myself again.
With heavy hearts, my family said one last goodbye to my beautiful cousin, Cheryl, yesterday, and there was not a single dry eye in the church. Death is never easy. You think you have forever with a person, but then forever gets cut short for reasons you may never know. Her time with us was not nearly long enough, but there is a sense of peace knowing she is no longer suffering and in pain from the cancer that took her away from us.