It's the eighth anniversary of my sister Judi's death. Eight years. Yet it still feels so fresh...still brings me to tears when I think of it. I looked at Ernie a moment ago and said, "But I still miss her so." I clicked back on my blog and read the post I made eight years ago today, and then the next several. As much as I say it still feels fresh, I know I'm not in the pain I was in then. I look at the pictures of the boys, so young, and wish they could have had her for longer. I read the comments, some from friends that are now lost to cancer as well. I shake my head in wonderment.
Then I read the posts in which I wrote about Ernie having his cancer metastasize, finding out definitely only weeks after Judi's death. And I think about how lucky we are to be here, all four of us, eight years later. I now know that we can never see what's around the corner for us in life, a handy lesson to learn even though we all forget sometimes.
Love to all of you that have supported me, and loved me, through all these ups and downs. I am so grateful for what we have.
My boys, eight years ago on their first visit to Legoland Discovery Center, not long after Judi's death.
Last night Ernie took me out for a drink. We sat and happily chatted to our friend Rex, and then Roger and Ceal joined us. They headed out right after us, and Ceal laughed at me in the parking lot, saying, "I wish I had a picture of you in the fog, taking pictures of the fog!" I love the fog.