
The last time I had contact with Yolaine was when I wrote about her on this blog in May. She seemed to be doing well then, so the news of her death came as a shock this week.
Being part of a wonderful, supportive community of breast cancer survivors is indeed a blessing … at least until we lose someone. It’s complicated; not knowing how to feel: sadness, anger, fear and even guilt. It’s hard to figure out why some people’s cancer returns and other’s do not; why some people do well and others don’t.
Many of my friends are at Yolaine’s funeral as I write this. I made the decision not to go - not because I didn't want to show my respect and honor Yolaine’s memory, but because a primal sense of survival and self-preservation tells me that it’s not the right place for me to be right now. I believe in my heart that Yolaine would understand. A sad goodbye to a fiesty lady and dedicated mom.
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Chris, you didn't need to be in a church to honour Yolaine. Taking the time and thoughfulness to post this memorial will be a lasting and fitting tribute to Yolaine. She was courageous and a true inspiration. Like so many who admired her, I rage at the disease that stole from her years of life, the chance to travel in old age with her dear husband, and the joy of watching her beloved children grow and mature.
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