Vivianne

I read the news this morning that Vivianne doesn't have much time to live.

I sensed that prognosis when we had her husband for dinner a few weeks back.

But I heard it for reals today.  Maybe a month.  Maybe she'll make it to New Year's.



I was going to write about how I finally feel like I'm getting the hang of cloth diapering.
Or how I am excited/nervous about cooking my 1st turkey.
Or how I have too many crazy things to get done before family arrives.

But, in the grand scheme of things, all those things don't really seem that important.  Because...
I have my health.
I have my children.
I have my husband and family.
True, no one knows the day or time when Death will knock, but in the foreseeable future, I have all these blessings.

While my old neighbor and friend is clinging to every last second of life.  Clinging to the last moments to be with her almost-3-year old and almost-1-year old.  I can't help but reminisce about our conversations:
+ elation over finding out we both were pregnant -- then finding we were both having girls!
+ walks around the neighborhood
+ times at the park
+ b-b-qing together while our kids played outside

Life is so sweet.  And hard.  God, in this week of thanks, I thank you for life.  But more importantly, life in You, where there is no death.