Not again.

Well I asked you all to pray for Bill, thinking he had weeks left to live. I had no idea whatsoever that his time was so short. He passed away last night....just hours after I mentioned it on the blog. He was an amazing man and I am so glad to have known him. He was one of those people that was just so full of life that it is hard to imagine him gone. He could fix anything, give you directions to anywhere, tell you anything you wanted to know about fast cars and/or boats....and he loved his family and grandchildren so much and always had a proud look on his face when you talked to him about it. He was too young. I last saw him when I was last in Cleveland...at the Cleveland Clinic with my Mom. My mom was in a crazy 13 hour long surgery to remove her bladder and he just drove down to the hospital and sat with me in the lobby with Lisa...and they helped me pass the time and told me it would all be ok. Well today and everyday I am just sick of cancer. Sick of what it does to so many people that I know. Sick of what it did to my mom. And Bill. Even my Dad had cancer (but survived). My Uncle. My Aunt. And now my daughter. And 100's of other people that I could personally list off right now. Why can't they find a cure? When? Why aren't people up in arms over this? Oh I know. Because they are tired. Of fighting cancer.

On Friday, I am heading to Cleveland to see my friend Lisa. I wish I could take it away from her, but I can't. As is the case with everything, I rely on my one motto that gets me through most days: at least we have each other. Friends and family are what gets us through.

Rest in Peace Captain Bill. I know you are pain free now and enjoying every minute of heaven. There is no speed limit there. We love you.