I checked Facebook today for the first time since Sunday.  There, at the top of my news feed was a status from one of my “friends.”  It said something about how she was in a funk but it would get better and how her true friends would understand.  Then she posted “Those that aren’t my friends will only ask me for money. (Yes, Jessica, this applies to you. Don’t contact me again.)” She also sent me a message telling me how angry she was that I emailed her with a request to donate to my Relay for Life goal. 

Every year, she sends me a FB message asking me for a donation for the MS Walk she does in honor of her sister.  In the original message I sent, I told her that any amount would be appreciated and that I understood if she wasn’t able to give anything. I truly wasn’t expecting such an awful response.  And for a 35 year old, it shocked me that she would even mention that on a status update rather than reaching out to me directly.

I mean, I get it.  Some people just want you to give to their causes and don’t intend on ever repaying the favor.  If that is what you want to do, fine by me.  But don’t act like a childish, immature brat about it and certainly don’t call someone out on Facebook. Needless to say, my Facebook friend count just decreased.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.   2 Timothy 4:7

Today, my grandmother finished her race. She died peacefully in her own home with the love of her family surrounding her.  Today, she was reunited with the love of her life and her little girl who was taken from her too soon.  Today, we rejoice in knowing that her suffering is over.  

Grandma, I love you and I am so grateful to have had you with me for 32 wonderful years.  Thank you for teaching me what unconditional love is and for fostering a sense of family in me.  You will never be forgotten!

“You’re made out of good cloth Mrs. Faulkner. The kind that may give out but doesn’t give up.”

The nurse just said this to my Grandma while taking her vitals. She is the definition of tenacity. She is such a fighter and has defied all odds. This is a fight she’s not willing to lose. I am so proud to be her granddaughter.

I’m surrounded by family as we witness the last few moments of my grandmother’s life. This time is so bittersweet but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

To those that prayed, sent good thoughts, and who just generally sent positive energy our way today.  My grandmother made it through surgery.  Though she has a long road ahead of her, she is doing much better than she was.  So, thank you for everything.