Yesterday the evil cancer took another person whom I loved. I grew up with this sweet woman and her family. After she graduated high school and moved away I didn't see much of her, yet I still had fond memories of her from our childhood. To say that she is an angel is an understatement. I am relieved that she is no longer in pain, after all, 6 years is a long time to battle stage 4 breast cancer. I am sad that this awful disease has struck again. I am sad for her loving husband of 17 years and her 3 school aged boys who now have to find a way to move on without her.
The thing that brings me peace is the knowledge that she will be reunited with her family one day. Death is not a final state but a graduation, so to speak; from this life to the next. Sweet Emilee is having a joyous reunion with family and friends who had gone before her. Although we will miss her for now, we will be reunited again. I know this to be true.
I am not ashamed to admit I am a fan. I had your posters hanging on the walls of my room. I tried to in vain to imitate and master your dance moves. I loved your music and listening to it brings back special memories for me. I am not ashamed to admit I cried yesterday as I watched your memorial service. I am not ashamed to admit that I am trying to educate my children about your music. I love the way you make me feel. I am not ashamed to admit I am a fan!