It's a Fine Day

It’s a fine day.
People open windows.
They leave their houses.
Just for a short walk.
They walk by the garden.
They look at the sky.
It’s going to be a fine night tonight.
It’s going to be a fine day tomorrow...

--Miss Jane 1992 UK

Quite a Life.

Margaret Joyce Cook left this Earth at 12:05 p.m. on Tuesday June 16, 2009. I was holding her left hand and taking her pulse with my right. She lived exactly nine weeks after being diagnosed.

I'm still getting used to the idea of her having cancer. What happened last week hasn't sunk in yet. I don't believe it.

But I know one thing: life has forever changed.

The End of the Beginning.

Mom is broken beyond repair. The cancer is spreading like fire through her body. There is nothing more science can do; in her case, and like so many others, the cure is worse than the cancer. The chemo needed to stop this cancer would kill her much faster than the cancer.

I will soon enter a new age. An age marked by the single most important person in my life leaving her physical form and joining the universe. I'm frightened, and yet excited.

This is real point where you're pushed out of the nest. Like my mother's energy, I must learn to fly away from the present. I must join the future.