Thirteen years ago (13 years, 3 months, and 2 days to be exact) I started a business in my GARAGE called, Bay Area Scrappers. When I was almost ready to open I created a flier and placed it at a scrapbook expo. It was the one and only time I advertised for my business.
I remember wondering if I would hear from anyone. I advertised it as a place where you could meet friends in more of a home setting so that you could feel like family.
Lo and behold I was amazed when I started getting phone calls and emails.
I remember one particular gal. She stood out to me for many reasons and because of those reasons we became good friends. We've attended parties together, we shared stories, we talked about religion, and I photographed her family. She was nuts thinking I could create a layout for ANY photo she gave me. LOL
Last night, I found out that she was terminally ill.
I read the email once, went to my room, closed the door, and cried.
This morning I went back to see if the email was still there or if it was a dream. I wasn't dreaming.
I don't know what to do as I know I can't help her get better physically.
I don't even know what to say to her. What do you say? I can't be selfish and just cry.
My heart is broken for her and her family.
Life is too short.