We mourn the loss of a beloved figure whose courage
Grief and relief lived side by side inside me. Grief, because losing her felt like losing part of my own body and spirit. Relief, because watching her suffer had become unbearable. For more than five years, her life had been defined by cycles of hope and disappointment—procedures, treatments, promising news followed by devastating setbacks. All the while, illness hovered nearby, patient and persistent. Yet she resisted with a bravery that astonished everyone who knew her.
Her fight was deeply personal and profoundly purposeful. She fought for her children, who were still so young when they began facing a world without her. She fought for her husband, who never left her side. She fought for friends, for strangers, for people who reached out to her seeking reassurance or understanding. And quietly, she fought for herself—for the life she still cherished, for moments she was determined to create, for joy wherever it could be found. Continue reading…
