Cancer sucks but cancer that robs childhood really sucks.
Monday, a little girl named Lulu lost her battle. Lulu was a friend of a friend, who I came to love and pray for through social media. My old chum Ryan was her fiercest supporter and my heart breaks for them with the loss of this precious spirit. Heaven definately gained a good angel with this one. On Saturday night at 6 o'clock you are going to see me living out the strict plans she had for us to remember her.
"no one is to wear black. Brightest colors possible, please, though Lulu is less approving of pink than yellow, orange, blue and purple. If you are wearing a tie, she prefers bow ties. fairy wings are greatly encouraged. Sparkles are welcome. In fact, if you don't have ay you might be "given" some at the door. Things mismatched are to be celebrated."
And that is how I will look Saturday night.
It made me think about my best friend of 30+ years and her little brother that was lost to cancer before we were 10. It was a sad time and I sincerely hope that I've been the kind of friend that I've needed to be through the years. We've never talked a lot about it but I always looked a long time at that beautiful photograph of a happy little Teige which graced their living room all through my growing years. It influenced me.
I also thought about Jason McCormick, a childhood classmate, and how I wish so badly that I could speak to the 13-year-old "Me" and tell her to befriend that little boy who sat so quietly in the back of her classes at South Junior High. I shamefully stood on the sidelines when a substitute teacher in cooking class insisted that he remove his ball cap which revealed his bald head. I don't have many regrets in life, but I wish so badly that in a moment that mattered, I would have had the knowledge and power to be the one. The one to be a friend - the one to make a difference - the one to fiercely defend him when other didn't. I was a friend, but I know that I could have been a best friend. My loss.
Jason lost his fight in 1992, but I've never forgotten him and the opportunity I missed to be even more kind when kindness really mattered.