Missing them

 I lost two people to cancer last year. One person was someone I called "uncle" who I didn't know was sick... why I wasn't told, I still ponder. The other person was a woman I met during chemo who lost her battle a month before Christmas. 

Cancer has stolen more lives from me than spared them.

I mourn and keep good thoughts of my chemo buddy. I mourn and remember her optimism and faith in the face of the rabid shark called "abysmal odds".

I mourn and keep love tucked in my heart's pocket for my uncle. I remember the boisterous and funny man who always seemed like he was in on something the rest of us could never guess.