Fucking Cancer

Thank you for the kind and thoughtful words about me and February.  I can't quite articulate the whole thing yet.  Some of it was the shock of realizing how long it's been.   And in some ways I'm really glad I forgot.  I know that to focus on her life, and not her death, is how it should be.  And yet it still shook me. 

Ah damn.  I just don't have the words today.

I just heard very bad news about a dear friend of ours.  I called Ernie from work and told him and we both cried.  I figured it was better to do it now as opposed to with the boys in the evening.

Fucking cancer.

Fucking, fucking, fucking cancer.