Two years ago a dear friend died from breast cancer.
I didn't post anything when she passed.
I was so sad and nothing seemed to be in a good place.
I didn't post that after my friends' second night in the ICU, her four daughters and I spent the night at the Marriott Courtyard by the hospital. We sang to 'All About the Base', swam in our boxer shorts, ate a bag of chocolate covered pretzels and ordered the Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity with extra bacon from IHOP.
We were a Motley Crew crammed into my Malibu Max. A Mama who had lost her Littles and four Littles who could loose their Mama.
We drove back to the hospital and 'All about the Base' came on again.
We danced in that Malibu Maxx like we didn't have to go back to the hospital.
I looked back at these four girls with a very sick mama and wanted nothing more than for them to be okay, to know that they were loved, to trust that no matter what lies ahead when they walked through the doors of the hospital, that a whole community stood behind them and that they could always, ALWAYS order an extra side of bacon.
I don't know if I ever fully expressed that to them.
We lost one of these precious girls this week. It was shocking and tragic and I honestly do think my heart has a slow bleed right now.
I will miss her.
The world will miss all of the potential that was in this lovely, amazing young woman.
Sometimes the Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity just isn't enough.