Her name was Elaine

This morning, one of my grandmother’s best friends passed away. She had cancer and they had taken her off all treatment and machines a few days ago because she had stopped responding to treatment. We knew it was only a matter of time, but it still sucks.

Rest in peace, Elaine

Rest in peace, Elaine

Elaine was one of those people that you couldn’t help but listen to. As a kid I loved sitting around the campfire up at the lake and listening to her and her husband Larry talk about anything from baseball to art to philosophy to jokes. She was a tiny, strong woman and I think I speak for everyone I know when I say that I loved her dearly. I wish I’d gotten another night to sit around the campfire and talk with her.

It seems like everyone I know is dying lately. These things really do come in threes. I’m not sure if I can handle going to another funeral, but I want to be there for Noni (my grandma). I do know that if there is going to be a wake I will probably steer clear of that. I just can’t handle wakes anymore. Continue reading