Jenni recently lost her step-dad to cancer. You can feel how close of a relationship she had with him just through her writing, she writes so affectionately of him.
Her post on Tuesday was about finding a picture of him, the last picture of him she ever took and the flood of memories it brought back to her. What moved me the most about this post was this:
It’s funny, the memories in a place. How a particular piece of space can hold such strong memories of a person that was there at one point in time. Like that old saying goes… “if only walls could talk.” If walls could talk over at my mom’s place, they would speak of so much love, you can’t even wrap you head around it.
One memory both Matthew and I have of Edd made a deep impact on both of us. We were over for dinner one night, and Edd was sitting in the kitchen at a bar stool and we were all chatting as my mom cooked dinner. I don’t remember how the conversation reached this point, but I remember this so vividly. Edd’s face was red and broken out a bit from chemo. His body had really been ravaged, but there he was, with tears welling up in his eyes as he said, “yeah, I have cancer, but I’m really happy.”
I attribute much of that happiness to the fierce love between him and my mom—the way they gave each other strength when one thing after another was taken away from them. Sometimes maybe it’s a blessing when all you have left is the love.
This is really what life is about here, people. It isn't about money or material things, but about the love you have within you and around you. The happiness that comes from loving and being loved is something that even Cancer can't take away. That is pretty powerful stuff. The Beatles had it right all along, All You Need is Love.
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