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I’m Hugging My Mother More
She’s 82 and I have cancer — we need all the hugs we can get
Death and dying.
These are not fun topics to think about, but they are part of life.
I’m at the time in my life where these things are a greater part of my reality. My father passed away fourteen years ago. I still have one of his old shirts that I occasionally hug, pretending I’m hugging him.
A dear friend died suddenly a few years back. She had sent me an email just hours before she died. Every once in a while I remember her. I wish there were ways to receive emails from heaven.
Another friend died from cancer about three years ago. I became friends with her when her daughter, who was my friend, brought her to a healing art class I was giving. She was in pain but she told me the art class helped. When she died, her daughter gave me the painting. I keep it where I can see it every day.
These are precious memories that are sadly going to become more common as I get older.
If I get older.
I think I will and I am hopeful.
I had a meeting with my oncologists a couple of weeks ago. They were very optimistic. Instead of a prognosis of weeks or months, it seems I may be around for years if I continue…
