She was brought up hard. She was tough and independent. She worked her daddy's sawmill and slaughterhouse as a kid. She once used her last 2 dollars to buy me shoes for school, we prayed that we would find some we could buy and we did. She loved us and we loved her. She is better now. Cancer sucks.
12 years ago I lost my best friend to cancer and @upnover posted a poem on this board in a thread very similar to this one that brought both me and my family comfort. I am sharing it with you in hope it does the same.
God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be
He put his arms around her and whispered, "come with me"
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer and saw her fade away
Although we loved her dearly, we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stop beating, small frail hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best