A courageous battle ended yesterday. My Sister-in-Law took a final breath and her pain stopped.
The words are bitter on my lips - and these tears will not dilute the taste.
We had many intimate talks over the past 1 1/2 years. Brenda was always full of hope, always positive. She was full of Grace.
She was also honest about the mistake she'd made when she dismissed the initial signs. She made me promise that I would take an aggressive mode if I ever noticed a pucker or suspected even the hint of a lump.
In this moment, when I haven't really registered the fact that she is gone, I keep thinking "if only..."
(Please take this moment to do a self-exam and to schedule your annual exam. Do it for me and in her memory.)