In stark contrast to my normal entries about training, not training, wishing I were training, whining, being sick, etc. this is a lottle more personal.
January 31 marked the third year without my sister, and one of my yearly emotional ass-kickings.
Three years since liver cancer robbed her from our family. Her daughters, her niece.
It still isn't fair. It still pisses me off. It still isn't getting any easier.
I want to do more to prevent this from happening from anyone else, and I'm still trying to devise a scheme that will work. When I put it together, this blog will be the vehicle to communicate my progress.
In the meantime, even though the economy is whirling like a turd in a toilet, I encourage you to donate generously to the fight against cancer. It's tax deductible, it makes you feel good knowing you are helping others, and it might just lead to a cure.
1 comment:
I knew nothing about your sister and your loss of her. I lost my step-sister to breast cancer that metastasized to her brain and lungs 3 years ago last August. I was with her alone the last hour of her life. I will never be the same. Say whatever you feel, say whatever you need, there is never enough time Justin. Say it.
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