Visitation Day 2

Honestly, today was hard. C came back into town and I needed to see her. She needed to be close to you and me both. It has been difficult for her, too, friend. A short 48 years is just NOT enough. I talked to your neice Jennifer for a very long time tonight. We talked about the letter that she wrote for you . . . the one you shared with me at the hospital. She loves you, girl. You supported her when she needed you most and she's not ever forgotten that. I am glad that she always told you that she loved you. That's the important stuff in life anyway. Her children are beautiful and she is an intelligent, caring, and articulate woman. No wonder you love her. Another stranger came into tonight, Mr. Armstrong whose wife is battling breast cancer. He saw the story in the paper and brought D, A, and B all Bibles. D asked for his wife's name and he wrote it down so that he would remember to pray for her. Another young man from church came because his mother died of breast cancer too. He didn't really know any of you, but he came because he cared. D is tired, friend. He misses you greatly. We all do.