I have to get used to it, so I'm going to be blunt and say it:
My friend is dying.
Slowly, by inches, painfully and mercilessly, of this horrible disease. Cancer, oh, how I despise you. How can you take such a bright, generous and caring young life? I know that this is part of the cycle of life. We're born, we age, things change, we die. Consciously I know all of this but my heart doesn't and it is breaking.
I have my own health problems so I'm unable to go see her, which also breaks my heart. We rely on Facebook and emails. A while back I downloaded several of her profile pictures to my computer so I can remember her happier and healthier. She's done so much good in the world and that is her legacy. I know she will be remembered for generations.
It's made me think about my own legacy. How will people remember me? How will people remember you? I hope to be remembered as a generous, irreverent, spontaneously goofy person. Oh, and well-dressed (ha ha).
If you hear a soft crackling sound, that's my heart breaking into a million pieces.
May you always walk in beauty,