Well....to start with..what isn't there to love. Besides being my numero uno pals they are my
sis..tee...leee...uglers.
I can honestly say that the rug was pulled from under me this summer. Facing my daughter's diagnosis of brain cancer (whaaaat??) I remember moments of pure dread and panic. I remember sitting on a curb outside a coffee shop in Missoula one morning before her surgery. I called Pat and cried and wondered why it wasn't me facing
this illness. Not Greta..Not my daughter. Within hours Pat and her husband, Jon, were on their way to Missoula. I didn't ask them..they just came. They quietly cared for us. Just having them near was a comfort. Penny (my other sis) called and offered words of hope..I didn't even have the strength to answer her calls..but she kept calling. When Greta came home from the hospital there was a card waiting for her from Penny. Besides words of love and cheer was a check to help her through
the summer. I will never ever ever ever forget
their love for me this summer. No..never ever.
