May be I should have taken pictures of the food, but I doat least have some witnesses!!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Think Pink Bunco
Okay so it took me a week to actually post about it, but last Monday was my turn to host bunco. Since the 3 Day Walk is such a big part of my life this year I decided to have a "pink" themed bunco. Read carefully...I cooked...that is what I said...I cooked all pink food. We had pasta with pink sauce, shrimp, bread with pink butter, fruit (in the red pink color) with pink fruit dip, and of course a version of strawberry cake. The decorations were all pink...not "blush and bashful" but light pink. All of my prizes were things that donate money to breast cancer research. I think everyone had a great time...we always do. Everyone won went home with some kind of prize, so that is always a great night!1 Also a big thanks to all my bunco ladies for helping me reach my goal to walk 60 miles in Atlanta!!!!
Monday, June 1, 2009
10 years
Some of my readers may be thinking this is going to be some blog to reminisce about my high school days that ended ten years ago but I am not. I did consider blogging about life ten years later, but really i just have not wanted to blog lately. It is hard to believe that it has been ten years, but I am over high school. I want to talk about something more important.
Just ten years ago this week I had returned back from being at the beach for a couple of weeks and I was working in order to make some money before going to Maywood the next week. It was a Tuesday afternoon and my mom had picked me up in Winfield from work. I can remember we had small talk before she finally broke the news to me that Charlotte had cancer. I had known some people who had been diagnosed with cancer, but never someone so close to me. At the time it was like someone telling me that my own mother had been diagnosed. Ten years ago I had never head of colorectal cancer so it might as well have been a death sentence. I wanted to cry so badly...but Lacey does not cry. I finally felt a tear trickled down. My next thought was I have to call my partner in crime "sin." Rich had always called Alisha and myself Sin and Death (Paradise Lost reference). Then I wondered should I call Rich or what do I do. Email was coming a popular form of communication so after I cold not get her on the phone I tried to express my feelings through the WWW.
After a couple of days Alisha and I finally went to see Rich. It was a Thursday night and we just all tried to sit and talk about our beach trip, Rich's moving into her house anything until finally we broke the ice. I can still remember how scared I was. I was 18 I had not a clue how to talk to someone about something like this. In those days I expressed all my feelings in a letter, so as we left l gave Rich my letter, an angel and I think that is when I gave her the hope bear. Over the next few weeks I researched colorectal cancer (after all it was Charlotte who taught me how to research), cried and prayed. Also back in those days there were not as many people in Charlotte's corner as there are today. Now I say that not to be ugly, but looking back I do not remember the support system being as large. I think because of how she fought and the faith she has had is why now so many people look to her as inspiration.
Ten years ago I reluctantly left her behind as I went to college. I tried to keep in touch each day. I ran up the credit cards sending her flowers to brighten her toughest days...because don't flowers do that. In September of '99 I remember almost passing out at the hospital because I didn't know what to expect. I will be honest I prayed each day that she would be able to live.
Medicine and science have really came a long way in the last ten years. Charlotte has definitely been through it all. I could never believe either of the two have been as powerful as faith and prayer. Charlotte taught me so much over the last ten years. Now when I hear the word cancer I think more of hope than I do doom. I have never given up hope on her and I never will.
In the summer of 1999 I would have given anything to to help her out and I tried to be there every step of the way. Now in 2009, I still would do anything for her. I still pray each day for her and now I pray that I could only have half her faith and a little of her strength. Over the last ten years I know I have let her down. I have gradually pulled further away. I know a few years ago it was because I was afraid to get to close because I knew I would never make it if something happened to her. Now I have tried to become more a part of her life, but I know she has so many people who are present in her life each day that I seem like a fair weather friend.
I do want her to know that on this day every year I remember her more than most days. I remembered how I felt that day and how I know how much I loved and admired her that day and how much I still do each day. I wish I could remember what I wrote in that letter years ago, but I do know I have always expressed how much Hope I wanted her to have. I have said many times...hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings a tune without the words and never stops at all.
Just ten years ago this week I had returned back from being at the beach for a couple of weeks and I was working in order to make some money before going to Maywood the next week. It was a Tuesday afternoon and my mom had picked me up in Winfield from work. I can remember we had small talk before she finally broke the news to me that Charlotte had cancer. I had known some people who had been diagnosed with cancer, but never someone so close to me. At the time it was like someone telling me that my own mother had been diagnosed. Ten years ago I had never head of colorectal cancer so it might as well have been a death sentence. I wanted to cry so badly...but Lacey does not cry. I finally felt a tear trickled down. My next thought was I have to call my partner in crime "sin." Rich had always called Alisha and myself Sin and Death (Paradise Lost reference). Then I wondered should I call Rich or what do I do. Email was coming a popular form of communication so after I cold not get her on the phone I tried to express my feelings through the WWW.
After a couple of days Alisha and I finally went to see Rich. It was a Thursday night and we just all tried to sit and talk about our beach trip, Rich's moving into her house anything until finally we broke the ice. I can still remember how scared I was. I was 18 I had not a clue how to talk to someone about something like this. In those days I expressed all my feelings in a letter, so as we left l gave Rich my letter, an angel and I think that is when I gave her the hope bear. Over the next few weeks I researched colorectal cancer (after all it was Charlotte who taught me how to research), cried and prayed. Also back in those days there were not as many people in Charlotte's corner as there are today. Now I say that not to be ugly, but looking back I do not remember the support system being as large. I think because of how she fought and the faith she has had is why now so many people look to her as inspiration.
Ten years ago I reluctantly left her behind as I went to college. I tried to keep in touch each day. I ran up the credit cards sending her flowers to brighten her toughest days...because don't flowers do that. In September of '99 I remember almost passing out at the hospital because I didn't know what to expect. I will be honest I prayed each day that she would be able to live.
Medicine and science have really came a long way in the last ten years. Charlotte has definitely been through it all. I could never believe either of the two have been as powerful as faith and prayer. Charlotte taught me so much over the last ten years. Now when I hear the word cancer I think more of hope than I do doom. I have never given up hope on her and I never will.
In the summer of 1999 I would have given anything to to help her out and I tried to be there every step of the way. Now in 2009, I still would do anything for her. I still pray each day for her and now I pray that I could only have half her faith and a little of her strength. Over the last ten years I know I have let her down. I have gradually pulled further away. I know a few years ago it was because I was afraid to get to close because I knew I would never make it if something happened to her. Now I have tried to become more a part of her life, but I know she has so many people who are present in her life each day that I seem like a fair weather friend.
I do want her to know that on this day every year I remember her more than most days. I remembered how I felt that day and how I know how much I loved and admired her that day and how much I still do each day. I wish I could remember what I wrote in that letter years ago, but I do know I have always expressed how much Hope I wanted her to have. I have said many times...hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings a tune without the words and never stops at all.
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