In Memory

We attended a memorial service for a 20-year-old who's battle with cancer is now over. The first thing I did when I got home was stick myself with an insulin pen.

The two activities made me think about a childhood friend and member of my Girl Scout troop who died in the fall of our freshman year of high school. After a lifetime on insulin, two failed kidney transplants, and too many months on dialysis, Debbie's body just couldn't take any more and we laid her to rest. 40 years later, I can still see her face, remember how the troop would gather around to watch her inject herself when we were at camp, and how happy she was to see us when the troop showed up at the hospital one day.

Funny, what we remember.