I feel so empty and heavy at the same time. The last time I attended a funeral I was 16 years old. Now I have been to two in less than 7 days.
My beautiful friend lost her courageous battle with leukemia and left three wonderful children behind…
And just this morning I attended a touching service to remember a little man with big life, as his pastor said. Last spring I met a happy new family, who welcomed their first son. I have yet to meet a dad with such a warm beautiful non-stop smile, and his son surely took after him. Diagnosis of rare case of cancer, called neuroblastoma, came couple months later, and all his short life little MJ was trying to win… I know all the prayers and positive thoughts helped along the way. But cancer was just stronger than a little body of a happy boy….
They will be missed…….