|A River in Indiana|
I don't have words or insights or even well-formed thoughts to share. No morals or messages or conclusions.
But I was thinking about you today, because it's been two years now that you've been gone.
And I still find that hard to believe, and I still don't understand. And sometimes I still break down - at unexpected times and, invariably, in inconvenient locations - when I think about how cancer came like a quick, ugly thief and stole you.
I'm also still so in awe of how you handled it: with faith, hope, and love. I hope I never get complacent about what I witnessed. I don't want to not be changed by it.
Two years later. You are still my hero.