This week has been really tough. Mike's cancer has returned, invading his spinal column. The doctors gave him two weeks to live. Mike has been going through physical therapy in hopes of becoming strong enough for one last round of chemo; in hopes of giving him more time. Unfortunately, Mike is too weak. There is nothing more the doctors can do. Mike is returning home, to rest in comfort until the Lord calls him home.
The house has been very quiet, as we begin the process of coming to terms with this news. It is hard to prepare for a loss you refuse to accept. I hurt so deeply for Mark who is about loose his older brother. I can't even imagine what he and his family members are feeling. I am trying to prepare my self for the loss of a dear friend, but I just don't want to say goodbye yet.
I have lost people close to me, family members and friends, but it never get easier. Especially when they are young; when I remember just months ago everything was hopeful and Mike was in recovery. I can't imagine leaving this earth at the age of 28.
Cheers to Mike, to his energy, his laugh, his joy, his sense of humor, his skills on the guitar, his friendship, his stories, his life... his courage...
