Of course I didn't want it to happen, and of course I miss her, but I really think of the day as her precious gift. I'm sure almost everyone has been witness to the suffering of another and how when that suffering finally ends, there are often great feelings of peace and even victory, among the grief. She fought the disease for ten years and I know one of the reasons she did, was so that she would leave more of her heart inside our children.
My son wrote this paper for school in 1992 when he was in the third grade. It makes me smile to think about how close they all were to her and how proud she would be of each of them. Sometimes, I don't know what to say because I know the grief and "the missing" is unique in each of their hearts but I also know she left them incredible amounts love.