Fly With The Angels

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I’m feeling a little melancholy today.  We have some family friends who have a little girl who has been fighting mesothelioma and ovarian cancer since she was three years old (she’s twelve now) and today she didn’t wake up.  Poor girl.  Yesterday was her last day on earth.  It just seems so cruel that a child’s life was spent fighting cancer, and then the battle was lost.  Life is so uneven!  Some people seem to sort of float through life unscathed, they don’t seem to struggle, they grow up, they have babies, they seem happy, while others seem to have all the struggles.  I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I’ve had my share of struggles, but I’m coming out the other side.  My head is above water.  I just…FEEL!  Feel so bad for this little girl, her parents, her sister.  Loss is not fair.  I hope there’s an afterlife, and I hope it’s good.  I hope she’s a happy angel, flying high, playing Minecraft without a care or a pain in the world.  Her name was Zaida.  Be happy and free, Zaida.  Rest in the arms of Love.