5:30 p.m.
Some days it just doesn't pay to answer the phone.
Not that I would ever, ever ignore a call from my mother. Never. Her phone number pops up, that phone gets answered.
But today's call brought bad news.
The news was not unexpected. I knew this day would come. But knowing and expecting are not the same as accepting, and I always pray for miracles.
The miracle happened in its own way: My cousin Rusty has been called home.
I know that for him it means an all-expenses-paid flight into the arms of a loving Father. I know it means an end to pain and suffering.
Knowing this to be true, I still want to rant and rave, because--damn it!--cancer sucks!! It's a cruel and impartial thief of lives. I hate it and wish it to be eradicated from this world.
My heart goes out to the family and friends who have supported and loved this young man through all his trials, and who now have to go on without his lovely smile. It's been a difficult road, and the road ahead will hold many twists and turns--and no doubt a few potholes--to be navigated as you mourn his passing. Please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers.
I hold you all in my heart, now, during this difficult time, and always.
Rest in Peace, Rusty. You are loved.
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