I can’t stop thinking about the milestones she’ll miss.
Some that seem everyday-ordinary to us; some that are nothing less than extraordinary.
All around me lately, these milestones are being celebrated and announced.
First day of school
First steps … first words … first smile
First day without diapers
Leaving for college
24th wedding anniversary … 45th wedding anniversary … 50th wedding anniversary …
5 years cancer-free
And as these milestones are being shouted and celebrated, I keep thinking what about her milestones?
She’s been fighting for her life this whole summer, since she gave birth to her second daughter nine weeks ago.
And this past weekend, she lost her battle with an aggressive cancer. A disease that doesn’t discriminate or care who it takes on. No matter if your family, friends, and little girls need you; cancer doesn’t care.
This woman is only an acquaintance to me. She is a very close friend of one of my very dearest friends, and my heart is heavy and raw with pain for her loss.
Do we ever really know that we’ll see that next milestone? How much time do we waste waiting for it to come? Or how many daily milestones go uncelebrated because we are waiting for that really big one?
Two women who are very dear to me lost their husbands after 19 years of marriage. I’m sure they were focused ahead, to that 20 year mark that seems so much bigger and grander.
My 24th wedding anniversary is next week and I find myself thinking about what we’ll do next year, when it’s 25. As if each passing day being married to my best friend isn’t reason enough to celebrate.
The milestones, they keep coming. Some grander than others, but still.
What about hers?