One of our family died on Saturday. She lived across the road and down a little from us, but we haven’t seen her in a few years.
Perhaps the best I can say is that we were separated by more than a road.
Tonight I attended a meeting, and got to celebrate life with others who fight the same disease. One of our member has earned her two years.
That said, we still live on. It’s a cold bitter day in Minnesota. And there is more work to be done.