It's hard to believe that this time two years ago was the last time I spoke with Auntie Dianne... I remember that last conversation like it was yesterday. I remember feeling helpless, and her upbeat attitude about battling that damn cancer. Sadly we lost her a few short weeks later. Her funeral was a very very cold day and I remember seeing that box of ashes at the gravesite and wanting to grab it and hug it, kiss it, say goodbye one last time to one of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
And now it's like deja vu all over again. Uncle Jim's in the hospital. The cancer has spread to his lungs now. It's not sounding good - I'm really really sad. I hate cancer. I hate hate hate it for taking away people that I love. I am hoping for an update from Dad later but it sounded like he may not be going home for the holidays.... they may be moving him to hospice care but they want to keep him in the hospital. Dad said he should know more after Dede "negotiates" with the folks at the hospital. Uncle Jim I am praying for you. We all love you... and miss you.