It's been a happy-sad week for me. Happy because I had a wonderful visit with my sister and brother-in-law. My sister is so amazing... soft and even-tempered to my dramatic shenanigans. And my bro-i-l (ha - BROIL -- love it) who ate all my cooking without complaint. That was a big job for him, believe me!!
It was difficult to say goodbye yesterday, so I avoided the airport scene and sent them off with my hubby.
Sad week as well as we bade farewell to little Owen Yee, who succumed to cancer at age four. It's been such a difficult journey for Owen's family, from the diagnosis a year and a half ago, a year of treatment, which they initially thought was successful, until the supposed final MRI this past May showed that the damn tumor came back. Poor child went through three brain surgeries, aggressive chemo, bone marrow transplant and radiation, but in the end, the horrible disease won.
I just returned home from the funeral and my hands are still shaking. My heart aches for his parents -- loosing their baby is surely worse than death itself.
For myself, looking at the small little box at the front of the church and knowing that my own four year old was at home watching Toopy and Binoo ... I was indescribably torn.
When I got home, my son, so astute for his age, wrapped is warm little arms around me and said "Did you say goodbye to Owen for me, Mommy?"
Tonight, as we sit down for our Thanksgiving meal, I know exactly what I'll be giving thanks for... For having the privilege of knowing a cheerful child whose soul will live on in those whom he touched.