Margie
I woke up thinking about Margie. Her smile. Her kind face. Her kind and friendly demeanor. Her attention and love for her son, Christopher. The first time we met. . . . Our kids were being tested for kindergarten a few weeks or maybe even months before school began. It was a nice day and we were at the playground. I sat down on the curb area and had my feet in the wood chips while my son played. I noticed her but I did not say 'Hi'. I probably smiled but didn't reach out. She came up and sat by me and started talking to me. We talked and I liked her. After school began we would run into each other at school, both helping in the classroom on the same day. Our kids had play dates, my daughter and her son. Last summer we ran into each other at the outdoor pool. Our kids swam together and her and I talked.
When I heard the news that a mom at our school had brain cancer I never thought it would be someone I knew. Never. She just took such good care of herself. She had perfect teeth. Good skin. Lived a clean life. A kind heart.
Margie died Tuesday night. Little Christopher lost his mommy. She loved and hugged him so much. It just doesn't seem real to me. How can it be? I keep thinking about her now and then throughout the day. I probably will for a very long time. When Curtis died it really impacted me. He was the vice principal at the school I worked at. We talked a lot. I was so open back then, only 28 years old, Curtis was 42 when he died. I remember him telling me his ribs hurt and he thought he had pulled the muscle from the bone. He eventually went to the Dr. and found out he had cancer. That was in November and he was dead in March. He had just gotten married in August that year and my husband and I filmed the wedding for him and his wife. I remember Curtis telling me when he was in the hospital that when he got out he was going fishing in Montana. Curtis never made it to Montana. I also remember him telling me he loved me just a few days before he died and that he was gonna be in heaven. I was sitting on the hospital bed and giving him something to drink, 7=up I think.
And now Margie. I was not as close to Margie, but it is still in impact. Both of them in their early 40's. I cry still today over Curtis. His death really made a impression on me. I think seeing Curtis there in the hospital, him talking about fishing. . . Joking with me when I said 'Curtis, why were you staying with your mom? and he said to me that his new wife's idea of taking care of him after he got out of the hospital the first time was a bowl of canned soup. The way he said it made me laugh and he laughed too. We connected like that. Even when he was dying we were still sharing a joke. I remember Curtis had a 7 yr. old from his first marriage when he died. Little Christopher is probably 7 yrs. old too.
There is no guarantee. Everything Changes. You can accept it and live in trust or you can run from it and live in fear. We all have a choice.
Later Blog Freaks. . . . . Lisa
When I heard the news that a mom at our school had brain cancer I never thought it would be someone I knew. Never. She just took such good care of herself. She had perfect teeth. Good skin. Lived a clean life. A kind heart.
Margie died Tuesday night. Little Christopher lost his mommy. She loved and hugged him so much. It just doesn't seem real to me. How can it be? I keep thinking about her now and then throughout the day. I probably will for a very long time. When Curtis died it really impacted me. He was the vice principal at the school I worked at. We talked a lot. I was so open back then, only 28 years old, Curtis was 42 when he died. I remember him telling me his ribs hurt and he thought he had pulled the muscle from the bone. He eventually went to the Dr. and found out he had cancer. That was in November and he was dead in March. He had just gotten married in August that year and my husband and I filmed the wedding for him and his wife. I remember Curtis telling me when he was in the hospital that when he got out he was going fishing in Montana. Curtis never made it to Montana. I also remember him telling me he loved me just a few days before he died and that he was gonna be in heaven. I was sitting on the hospital bed and giving him something to drink, 7=up I think.
And now Margie. I was not as close to Margie, but it is still in impact. Both of them in their early 40's. I cry still today over Curtis. His death really made a impression on me. I think seeing Curtis there in the hospital, him talking about fishing. . . Joking with me when I said 'Curtis, why were you staying with your mom? and he said to me that his new wife's idea of taking care of him after he got out of the hospital the first time was a bowl of canned soup. The way he said it made me laugh and he laughed too. We connected like that. Even when he was dying we were still sharing a joke. I remember Curtis had a 7 yr. old from his first marriage when he died. Little Christopher is probably 7 yrs. old too.
There is no guarantee. Everything Changes. You can accept it and live in trust or you can run from it and live in fear. We all have a choice.
Later Blog Freaks. . . . . Lisa
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