January 25, 2019

One year ago.
I knew it was coming, yet I desperately hoped it wouldn’t.

4 + years in the process.
Therapy session after therapy session. Hopes up then crushed to pieces.
Spending time enjoying life and love, while battling the WHY ME?!

And now 365 days later, still painful to look at pictures and realize, he is gone.

Uncle Jeff passed away from cancer one year ago.
This time, I knew he  was nearing his end.
I spent a few days with him and my cousins whom I meet years ago and some I’d never met at all.
It was very hard seeing him thin, frail, but full of a fighting spirit.
I was used to seeing him gruff, but laughing loudly. Kicking butt in almost every basketball game.
My goodbye came too soon because I was going to a conference to present.
I last saw him on a Monday. Received the call Thursday night. I was instantly surrounded by friends who comforted me and stood by me.

47 is young.
Yet, Turner men are known to die young.
Why?
Poor healthy habits, awful accidents, genetics are all causes.

So, as I lay in my bed still recovering from surgery.
I feel the scar of the surgeon’s sharp knife and know that I was spared by the Great Doctor.
Why?
Because I still have work to do.

I miss you Uncle Jeff.

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