It seems that at every turn here on the coast I am struck be memories of the fun times we all had with Cynthia. Yesterday, on the way down here we stopped for lunch at The Smokehouse. Now, I don't remember ever eating there with her, but it seemed she was with me showing different signs of her presence, the most obvious was a pink hat that says, "Cancer Sucks" (I remember this one very well), but the very best sign was a little card at the very bottom of the card display ( I'm still not sure what made me look ALL he way down toward the floor). It said, "What if the stars were just openings into Heaven so our loved ones can tell us they are okay." It was the only one and I full believe Cynthia wanted me to see it and know that she is okay.
Believe me, there is no way I would ever want her to be back with us in all the pain she had to suffer, but my heart is so extremely heavy with grief right now I can hardly stand it. I'm sitting here by the pool that just two years ago we were running around taking pictures, pushing each other into the water and having the best of times as a family. This was before the "C" word! I was in such a dream world I never thought anything would happen to any of us. The three of us would be at the family reunion until we were the oldest...well, actually CRG would be the oldest...I'm the baby!
In my heart I know she would want us to carry on and have fun, but this weekend is going to be hard and we are going to have to make a conscience effort to honor her memory by having fun, carrying on.
She is having her own family reunion this weekend with all of the family members we knew and loved, and also the ones we never knew. Have fun up there Cynthia, give Granny and PaPa a big hug for me. We miss you all terribly.
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