This past week, I've found myself walking down memory lane. I have always been a prolific picture taker. When a death happens that seems so senseless and tragic, I often find myself spending time with my photos. Grateful that those memories have been captured on film. Wishing that I had taken the time to write more. Always aware that life is precious. Finding myself wishing that I knew how to comfort a friend who has lost so much. A friend, even in the midst of her own grief, is finding inspiration, doing the best she can walking a path none of us ever wants. If I can offer one thing, it's that although her path and mine are different, that I can share part of her path and her pain where we intersect.
We are still awaiting word on the results of the heart CT Scan my mother took last week. Let us hope that he doesn't wait a month to raise any alarm as he did with her stress test.
*Now Playing: Last Rose Of Summer/Walking In The Air by Chloe Agnew - Celtic Woman