Today the sun is out, mostly. The kids play outside. Household chores get done, mostly. We plan for the weekend — football games, dinner, celebrating our anniversary. But it is all bittersweet.
I know this family, have known them for nearly a decade, watched them get married. The most honest, heartfelt, joyful people you could have ever met. Ones that make a difference in our communities and our world. The ones you are glad are your neighbor, your teacher, your friend.
A month ago we were finally able to catch up and spend some time with them. Talk, visit and watch our children play. I’m not terribly religious, but I do consider myself spiritual. So I truly mean it when I say I feel so blessed to have had that time with them and be able to share a gorgeous sunny fall weekend.
Our dear friend M has been battling stage IV colorectal cancer for nearly 3 years, and his fight is nearing its end. He is such an amazing person. Dedicated teacher and coach, loving father and husband, playful brother and son. M is the person you always knew you could count on — to help you move, plant your garden, tackle any project that needed doing. He is a New Englander, through and through — quick to get pissed off, but just as quick to smile and welcome you with a big hug (and usually a glass of wine).
Their story is a tragic one, full of loss to soon. But the love, the love in this family is incredible. And that is what I want to think about this weekend. How much love they have for one another. How much we love them.