12th night

12th night was awesome. I got to play Heraldic Scavenger hunt, run around for 3 hours, pretend to be an extrovert for the day, meet a bunch of people in/out of kingdom and ask them about their heraldry.  ( Read more... )

Today will be filled with naps, cutting and sewing and changing over officer pages.

I have no words

I have tried... and I have failed. I cannot write the words that will make people feel better.  I can't say that will be ok. 16 years and counting... It is still not ok and I am still not over it.

Cancer doesn't care about the people who live. It cares not that the pain, and rage and helplessness do not ease over time. It takes, and takes and takes until all we the living are left feeling less whole. I get angry all over again at all the things that will never be each time I am confronted with cancer.

I want to have the nice, pretty words for those around me that will be in pain. But I don't have them.  So the best I can do is, I am sorry for the loss that is inevitable. Maybe over time, it will be a little better. I  will take that small piece of her that I know and share it with others. And hopefully help her legacy to live on.