Yesterday was supposed to be a joyful day. We had our anatomy scan--quite thorough, but quite uncomfortable. Baby H decided to be quite cooperative and so we know we're having a little girl. Watching my husband fall a little more in love with his daughter was an amazing experience. We celebrated as we do such things--I went shopping for her wardrobe, she is going to be quite the style maven, Left-brain muddled over how he will pay for her wedding. I might be biased, but she is on track to be a beauty, all long legs and arms, with the brain of an Einstein and a wonderful little heart. If she ends up with red hair, and green eyes, 14 years from now, there will be a line of boys out my front stoop to rival Halloween.
But, with every good news comes bad. My stitching friend Sue Block died on Sunday, after being diagnosed with cancer just a few weeks ago. I could not help but start sobbing. Sue was a wonderful person, kind when you got to know her, opinionated, funny, honest, the kind of person we all need in our lives. I have known her since I started going to Sue Hillis' GTG, not as well as I should have, but enough to know she was a good person. She was so happy when she was told about the baby, her face just lit up. I got one last afternoon with her 2 weeks ago, she said she was going to fight this. And I know she did, but she just couldn't beat it. In a selfish moment last night, I asked myself why bother to make friends, when losing them is so hard, but then again, the people we meet, the people we let into our lives, not matter how long we are given with them, are gifts we allow ourselves, and to deny ourselves the gift of friends, that is too much to bear. So I raise my teacup to Sue, bless her, bless all those whose life she touched, thank you for being in my life.