We went to church today to see Kathleen. I was expecting her to be frail and weak...but she looked fabulous. Strong and healthy. You'd never know she was so very sick inside. She told us the "one-last-chemo-hope" treatment the other day helped her to feel a lot better today. I was so happy about that. We also got to see her sweet little 4 1/2 year old boy who, like his mother, is vivacious and so full of life.
I think we're going to try to get together for dinner sometime soon. But in the back of my mind echoes the thought, What if we plan for a dinner...and she doesn't make it til then?
Though the service today wasn't really my thing, her sermon did touch me. One of the things she said really resonated with me as being utterly, truly her--the very essence of her being. She was quoting some scripture (forgive me, I can't remember or keep track of which one) which ended with, "And the last word is love."
That gave me a feeling of peace with this whole crummy situation. Kathleen is leaving us far before her time...but gracefully, and so lovingly. The last emotion she will feel will be complete and everlasting love.