Every time I come in to write a blog something sidetracks me.

Normally I have no problem with sidetracks — they are part of everyone’s life.

But the loss last week of another friend tends to sidetrack me in ways I hate handling.

Acceptance.

A friend of mine passed away from complications of sepsis after cancer surgery. She was really my husband’s cousin’s wife’s mother, but that doesn’t matter. She was still a friend.

Complications rise because we will be out of town for her Celebration of Life. That makes it suck even more.

I look out at the hibiscus and geraniums blooming on the deck outside the window and realize she’ll never enjoy little things like this. No more spaghetti nights, no trips with her grandkids, no more loud and crazy family get togethers.

I’m done talking about this today. I know you’re all here with me, and while we acknowledge all the blah blah about life and death and everything in-between, I thought I’d bring some hope to those who still are here, doing our best.

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