And no sooner did I write that last post, in a matter of hours old feeling came right back. Two steps forward one step back. Time to get up and try again.
There is a Sovereign plan to Monica's death, I believe that. It was her suffering that has left lasting memories and questions. The end wasn't pretty.
"Comfort is not given to us when we are lighthearted and cheerful. We must travel the depths of emotion in order to experience comfort - one of God's most precious gifts. And then we must be prepared to become coworkers with Him." - L.B. Cowman
Grief is a crazy emotion... I hate it. Grief has the capacity of just sucking you in like the undertow of a riptide. Even for someone who lives or at least fights to live in hope, it was dragging me down. It was keeping me from discovering the good things, new friendships. It can sabotage old relationships. Grief is OK for a short time... it's good to acknowledge loss but it can keep you in the past. Memories are good especially when there are so many good memories to choose from, so many firsts for me as a newcomer to America are entwined with my friendship with Monica. But it is time to make new memories before the window of opportunity goes away. The wonderful thing is God allows for second, third chances if we are a little slow on the uptake.
My faith is what holds me together and gives me confidence in knowing that I will see Monica again. Although her death leaves me with so many questions... I KNOW that she is free, has risen into a new and glorious body and has been reunited with her loved ones. Because of our faith I will see Monica again. Death is so hard on the living but our hope... my hope is in what has already been done for us through Jesus Christ.
On May 11th my best friend, Monica lost her courageous battle with cancer. I can write many posts about her but you can read from her own words from her blog http://solandmonica.com/
Maybe one day I'll muster the strength to tell you about her. I've never done a tribute at a funeral before but I did two tributes at Monica's memorials: one in Whittier, CA and the other in her hometown of Paradise, CA. I know talking about her will help heal... and will at some point. Just not yet.
Here's a glimpse of Monica's life. She was an amazing friend... I miss you lots... and you are missed by many.
Long ago and far away, she was an unnamed little princess in a little story called The Frog Prince. She and her amphibious friend lived in a very small, mostly forgotten corner of the fairy tale universe. Many years passed. And then one day, through...read more...
I can't help but agree with this article. Yes, I have a Twitter account but I only set it up so I could get updates from my friend who is undergoing cancer treatments. Other than that, I'm not that interesting to follow. I only carry a cell phone out of necessity; while I am at work or away from home. Do you really want to know what I had for breakfast, trust me it's just not that interesting.
These are not the happiest of days for most folks but it has a lot to do with perspective. There is always someone worse off that you. So although my hours at work have been adjusted and my husband's business isn't doing well at all... in fact he's looking for a job. But we can still laugh. So we turn to this little Hawaiian Weather Report that always has us in stitches. We love Hawaii and would love to live there... but it is a pretty expensive place to live.
Fashion Week in New York!!! Time for the Annual Fall of the Super Model. I should have been an Orthopedic surgeon or a Podiatrist. Really people, who can possible wear these shoes.
I've attempted blogging before...I get bored easily. I don't like debates so you won't find that here. There are other blogs for that. Actually, I'm not sure what you will find here.
I am a transplanted Canadian/Quebecoise. Born and raised in La Belle Province. I miss it...sometimes. I have been living in the US since 1997. What has become a temporary stint has turned into an extension since marrying a US citizen and having two kids here...Oh well.
Even after 10 years I still feel like a foreigner...but I am also a foreigner of a different sort... because I know that my home is in Heaven....
