Cry Baby

I don't really cry...except lately...I walk by the piano that Stephen's mother bought for us many years ago and I hear Eamon and Aaron playing and I burst into tears...I remember Thea deciding she would learn how to play (as a senior in high school), and how she struggled with it. I remember and I burst into tears.

I go to work and am so thankful for Cindi and Kathy that I can hardly stand to be there. I stop at the co-op for a few essentials and I am hugged...I can barely make it to the car before the tears start.

I receive e-mails from dear ones and I can not answer because the tears take over. I receive gifts like my stay in one of the nicest hotels in LaCrosse, (with a Jacucci in the room...and overlooking the river!) My dear sister and hubby joined me, as well as Hannah. It was Hannah's birthday...a delightful time!

And I cry...

I am almost done with all of my treatments...first chemo, then surgery and now radiation...I am almost done, yet I hope the tears will last just a bit longer...

Tears of thankfulness, tears of remorse, tears of joy, tears of the living.

I never thought I might be a cry-baby, yet here I am!

Love and blessings on us all!