When I turned 50, I asked my mom (who was 72 at the time) “when you were 50, how many people did you know who were dealing with cancer or who had already died from cancer?” Her answer: “no one.” She was, at that time, active in Junior League, Girl Scouts, and church. She had been in PTA when I was in school. No one that she knew well had died or had even fought cancer, at least that she knew of. I, on the other hand, had already lost a couple of friends and knew a dozen more who had undergone chemo and/or radiation. Eleven years later, the number is astounding and depressing.
So on this Memorial Day, I am taking some time to remember all my friends who, whether it was cancer, AIDS, or accident, are no longer here on this precious planet.