on the threshold of a dream
Oh, no. I am so very sorry to read such a grim diagnosis. Thank you, Karen... I know it wasn't easy bearing bad tidings.
Marge, I know that when your time comes, you'll be waking in heaven because you're a believer... and you have one of the kindest, purest hearts I've ever had the privilege of knowing.
I'm hoping for a miracle, hoping you have years more to enjoy those grandygirls, hoping we're blessed with your voice among us for a long, long time. I know your strength so I don't think my hopes are in vain.
But if they are, then I'm grateful for the chance to say thank you... for your poetry, for your friendship, for the many times you've pulled me into a brighter place through your love and caring. I know heaven isn't gained through deeds but if it was, you've earned many keys.
I love you, sweet lady... and I'll be praying for you and your wonderful family.