An elderly friend of mine died last week.
Yet another casualty of the nasty cancer.
Two months ago she said that she was going to the oncologist
I said I hope it's not going to be bad news
She said "At my age, what's bad news?"
She was 84.
She considered it good news that she was going to go fast
And was not afraid, but almost, as the minister said,
Looking at it with anticipation of the glory beyond.
To have such faith must be so comforting.
He shared a story
A few weeks ago, her husband had trapped a squirrel that was threatening to be a nuisance
Together they brought it to the woods in the park behind our town
The squirrel was running around in frantic circles in his cage
And when they opened the door,
He bounded off across the woods and away, free again, as he was meant to be.
She said to her husband,
That's what I'll be doing in a few weeks,
bounding along free as that squirrel.
When you see squirrels, think of me.
Love me, miss me, but let me be free.
She was and is an inspiration to us all and the world is a better place because of her.