The church was filled with family and friends; many of whom were very close to her. There may have been others, like me, who had only met her on a couple of occasions and were not aware of the rich life she led. She was a teacher, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a sister-in-law, an aunt, and a granddaughter.
It was evident by the tears of those who had been close to her that she had indeed been dearly loved. As I left, I could not help but feel that another vital young life had been squelched by cancer. It is so wrong. My heart goes out to all who are battling this vicious, uncaring disease, and to those like my brother's granddaughter who have fought bravely and lost.
Somehow it seems impossible that so many millions of dollars have been raised for research, yet no real cure has been found. Inroads have been made, but we still lose far to many to this villain. I pray that a cure can be found so that occasions like Saturday will become non-existent, and that her family and the families of others who have lost loved ones will find some measure of comfort in time.