I met Deb December 2007 after reconcilliation at the Holy Spirit Catholic Church. She told me her father was one of the deacon's there. Wound up having dinner with her and a long conversation that touched me greatly.
It's been weeks since I learned of her relapse, so I got online to see if there was hopefully improvement. I was shocked and deeply saddened to find she'd passed.
One thing that amazed me about her was how, in my perception of her, she was battling for her life, but that battle seemed to be so tempered by her love for life and her daughter, that the battle with cancer was only a part of her life, and she was not consumed by it. I saw no fear in her eyes, or in her voice, only perseverance, strength, and optimism.
Compared to most...I knew her little. But I am proud to have called her friend if but for only a small moment in her lifetime.
Goodbye Deb and know that crossing paths with you was important to me, meant through God's will, I have been touched by you, my life changed because of you, and I am so deeply saddened that our good and merciful God has taken you from us.
Must close with this, and only Deb will understand...when we meet again, and we will, I promise to choose a word other than "frumpy". Hopefully by then you'll have forgiven me!