Saturday was an interesting day for us. We woke up at the crack of dawn because my sister, mother and I had the fabulous idea that we should have a multi-family yard sale to purge all of the things we no longer needed and clear out some space for the holidays. I had mixed feelings about this, since selling these things, even to families who needed them, felt like selling memories. I remembered the first time I took our 12-year-old daughter out for a jog in her jogging stroller. I remembered changing our son into his first Red Sox outfit in the pack ‘n play. It was definitely a nostalgic day for me.
After wrapping up a successful yard sale, we were able to check Facebook for the fist time all day. Part of me wishes we hadn’t. Our news feeds delivered the message that one of our survivor friends had lost his fight with leukemia in the early hours of the morning. This news hit my husband very hard. A high school friend, they had been diagnosed around the same time and experienced chemotherapy together. They carried a bond that most of us are unable to comprehend.
I suspect that this loss brought a little bit of nervousness. Even though he has been in remission for over three years, there are triggers that will cause him to become apprehensive about his success. It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m sure that losing a friend is one of those triggers.
For me, this news put the items we sold into perspective. Even though they carried tons of happy memories, they are just things. The memories live on in our hearts. It made me remember what is really important; the people who touch our lives and leave a positive, lasting impact. Rest in peace our friend. You will never be forgotten.