HëllaBubz
Diamond Member
A long time ago, in another life, I had a friend in early highschool. She stuck by me and we remained in touch for the last 10 years. She and I were severely bullied, but she was an amazing girl who despite her physical handicaps, always tried.
She was the little engine that could.
Fast forward to 2 days ago....at the age of 27 she is dead from a rare aggressive brain cancer/tumor that rendered her incapacitated from 8 months of discovery.
I used to do palliative/high care. She lived 2 hours away, and we couldn't get to each other due to having a baby, and the sheer distance. I had an inkling that I wouldn't be able to go see her, but I tried to make contact and she said she could only see me.
I made sure and asked her if she was too stressed, or if she really wanted me there, but never got a reply.
Based on her posts, her pictures, it was a cold hard fact that I knew she would be extremely lucky to see Christmas this year....after seeing recent photos I knew she had even less time.
I've allowed myself tears because losing her does hurt. But she's not in pain anymore, so I'm glad of that.
I don't see the point of taking myself and my 17mo toddler to a building full of crying strangers and old school bullies over 2 hours away on public transport.
I don't need that, and neither does my child. Death is final, and regardless of the loss and my own personal beliefs, I believe in just accepting and rolling with the punches so to speak.
Attending won't being her back, and she won't know if I did attend, because she's dead.
Does anyone else understand?
She was the little engine that could.
Fast forward to 2 days ago....at the age of 27 she is dead from a rare aggressive brain cancer/tumor that rendered her incapacitated from 8 months of discovery.
I used to do palliative/high care. She lived 2 hours away, and we couldn't get to each other due to having a baby, and the sheer distance. I had an inkling that I wouldn't be able to go see her, but I tried to make contact and she said she could only see me.
I made sure and asked her if she was too stressed, or if she really wanted me there, but never got a reply.
Based on her posts, her pictures, it was a cold hard fact that I knew she would be extremely lucky to see Christmas this year....after seeing recent photos I knew she had even less time.
I've allowed myself tears because losing her does hurt. But she's not in pain anymore, so I'm glad of that.
I don't see the point of taking myself and my 17mo toddler to a building full of crying strangers and old school bullies over 2 hours away on public transport.
I don't need that, and neither does my child. Death is final, and regardless of the loss and my own personal beliefs, I believe in just accepting and rolling with the punches so to speak.
Attending won't being her back, and she won't know if I did attend, because she's dead.
Does anyone else understand?