I woke up in tears. Cancer took a very special woman yesterday. By profession she had been a hospice social worker. I do not even know where to go with this. I cried yesterday, I cried today.

We met over endangered rescue horses. It was when I first moved to Chester County. I met her the same time I met some other amazing women.

As we got to know each other I realized we had family in common, as in my family. One of her good friends was one of my favorite cousins. Her husband is also best friends with my cousin’s husband.

We also shared hunting for treasures at local antique places and I loved watching as she found treasures for their home and when we would each try to get to a favorite dealer first when the vintage Christmas ornaments came out in the because we loved a lot of the same vintage ornaments. And she liked sea creature glass ornaments like another friend of mine.

We shared something else sadly, Fucking breast cancer. I am lucky I only had stage 2. Mary lived with stage 4. She was one of the bravest.

Don’t I feel awful that I was complaining about being all upset and anxious about a diagnostic mammogram last week? Yes, survivor’s guilt is real. And often brutal emotionally. Like today.

Mary, you endured and survived and I think you are, now were, amazing. I have now known the news since yesterday and honestly I am sitting here in tears and I know you wouldn’t want that. I am grateful for the time I knew you.

Heaven definitely has another angel.

RIP Mary.