In March of 2005, I lost one of my dearest friends. My cooking buddy. My business partner. A girl who stood up for me on my wedding day, and spent the night before stuffed into bed with me as we giggled about weddings and babies and boys.
She died ten days after he asked her to marry him.
I still remember the day I had to watch my little brother carry her urn down the aisle of the church.
It was too sad for even the sun that day.
My Oma, my grandma, my uncle, acquaintances, friends of friends of friends, people I never had the chance to meet face to face.
I am still not numb to losing someone to cancer.
It’s a hurt I want to be done feeling. A hurt I want everyone to be done feeling.