My niece has been sick with cancer for 499 days. On Tuesday, day 500, she died. She was 24 years old. I have no words to express my sadness. It's too fresh. Too raw. Too real. In time, with distance, I'll be able to put words to it all.
For now, I am making notes about what I heard, saw, felt, smelled. Making lists of colors and names. And I am letting myself rest. It's been a long 500 days and yet they went by too quickly. I am so sad, but the written word cannot encompass all I feel. Even these precious words are not enough.Labels: cancer, death, grief, illness, Jamey, niece, sadness, words, writing