I follow a blog called Paris Cowgirl, she is linked on my side bar. I checked in or her today and to my sadness she did a post about a young lady who passed this holiday season.
Her name was Tina, and her blog was Glue on my Fingers Paint in my Hair. I didn't know Tina; but I wish I would have. I visited her blog and her last post was in early December, indicating that she was going back to the hospital and had high hopes of being home by Christmas Eve. However, that was not to be. I don't know why this has touched me so, perhaps it is because Tina was so young, perhaps it is because she was so talented, or perhaps it is because she was a fellow blogger that I never got to know.
When death makes a house call
Sorrow stands at the door
Lingering in dreams and memories
So neatly packed and folded
Like a suitcase waiting for
a long-planned trip to where?
Your good-byes are made in pieces
Like the patchwork quilt of your life
The colors mingling until they become one
Then death arrives and the separation is again very clear
Blessings dear friends,
p.s. Grama - give Tina a hug.