Pretty in Pink
She
was always thinking of others, she cared and worried about us all -I remember
with shame and humour, my slightly sore throat competing equally with
her cancer, I
took her back to the cottage early because it actually had been too much.
We curled up under a duvet in living room in front of a big warm fire
with our feet balanced on an electric radiator We watched 'Grease' on
the TV with fire light across our faces and rain beating on the window.
She sucked ice cubes, but dreamed of Popsicles. Later that night she managed to taste champagne and say hello to the New Year. We played silly games - she won all the best prizes. The day after we put her and Colin on a train to London and back to that room with the bad lighting and pink carpet - and a bathroom that was clearly hard to clean (Emma's words not mine). Whilst she loved her friends it was always her family that came first and it is their loss I feel, more than my own. They are one of the strongest families I know and we all hope this will help bring them through - We are now all forever changed, and have to live with this damn hole - I might try and make friends with it. So goodbye Candy girl, you don't have to be brave any longer - and, just so you know - we are not fussing, and I'm not missing you at all.
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