Today, my breath was torn from me by the soul crushing, gasping dry sobs that rip me into shreads in equal levels of fear, anger, frustration, determination, love, faith and complete and total support.
Tonight, it felt good to be alive. It felt good to be sitting at a table with people that knew exactly what the battle with cancer was about, the sundown, the darkness, the early morning silence...as well as the promise of conquering the unknown in dawn's early light.
Tonight, I looked across the room, hearing different people's stories of how thier lives were affected, but these were not "just" stories. These were people's souls, thier very breath carrying throughout, voices stilled, yet heard, pain felt and shared in mutual love.
Tonight, I sat near my father and sister, both battling the cancer demon and thoughts thereof. I listened to my dad as he spoke of his battle, his support system of his three girls...Dan, Ton & Sharon and listened as he said that today was his last day of radiation...while holding back sobs for Jenifer, Courtney and Shanna as their hearts quietly, bravely shattered in the silence.
Tonight, Dad and I talked on the way home from the Relay For Life Meeting. His decision to name us Team Snoopy brought to mind a million memories...
Memories of a three year old blonde keed listening to Sony headphones as her dad said let me give you some class, babe-this is Led Zepplin...
As a three year old brown haired girl danced around the same living room with the same pair of headphones on listening to ...you guessed it...Led Zepplin.
The huge superstar reception he always got when he'd come home off the road,
The pictures hanging on the walls of his domicile when he was working construction,
The tea parties where we all wore suits and ties...or something simliar...
The Royal Order of Snoopus clandestine meetings,
Taking both his girls to see Motley Crue & Whitesnake in Shreveport,
Slow dancing with his Babe in the living room,
Laughing at the rear bumper of the truck as he said the camcorder isn't on, babe...
We'll pray hard enough to run off the devil, we'll prepare hard enough to scare off the cancer, to stand together to support Dad, Danielle, the people that have lost loved ones before us and the
people that will rejoice in a cure after us.
And in the end, we will know that we have celebrated life, love, our support system and a family's love, whether by friendship or by blood.
Until then,
Pray together,
Love one another,
Support us all
and
Celebrate life.
Team Snoopy.
Tonight, it felt good to be alive. It felt good to be sitting at a table with people that knew exactly what the battle with cancer was about, the sundown, the darkness, the early morning silence...as well as the promise of conquering the unknown in dawn's early light.
Tonight, I looked across the room, hearing different people's stories of how thier lives were affected, but these were not "just" stories. These were people's souls, thier very breath carrying throughout, voices stilled, yet heard, pain felt and shared in mutual love.
Tonight, I sat near my father and sister, both battling the cancer demon and thoughts thereof. I listened to my dad as he spoke of his battle, his support system of his three girls...Dan, Ton & Sharon and listened as he said that today was his last day of radiation...while holding back sobs for Jenifer, Courtney and Shanna as their hearts quietly, bravely shattered in the silence.
Tonight, Dad and I talked on the way home from the Relay For Life Meeting. His decision to name us Team Snoopy brought to mind a million memories...
Memories of a three year old blonde keed listening to Sony headphones as her dad said let me give you some class, babe-this is Led Zepplin...
As a three year old brown haired girl danced around the same living room with the same pair of headphones on listening to ...you guessed it...Led Zepplin.
The huge superstar reception he always got when he'd come home off the road,
The pictures hanging on the walls of his domicile when he was working construction,
The tea parties where we all wore suits and ties...or something simliar...
The Royal Order of Snoopus clandestine meetings,
Taking both his girls to see Motley Crue & Whitesnake in Shreveport,
Slow dancing with his Babe in the living room,
Laughing at the rear bumper of the truck as he said the camcorder isn't on, babe...
We'll pray hard enough to run off the devil, we'll prepare hard enough to scare off the cancer, to stand together to support Dad, Danielle, the people that have lost loved ones before us and the
people that will rejoice in a cure after us.
And in the end, we will know that we have celebrated life, love, our support system and a family's love, whether by friendship or by blood.
Until then,
Pray together,
Love one another,
Support us all
and
Celebrate life.
Team Snoopy.
And now a little blue eyed girl who loves Zepp...without the use of the head sized ear phones. :-) Team Snoopy-Zepp!
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