Joe has been playing the bagpipes a lot lately, and every time I hear them my heart aches. That’s because he’s practicing to play at his mom’s funeral.
We first learned that Grace had terminal lung cancer last summer. At the time we weren’t sure she’d make it to her birthday at the end of August. She did. We we pretty sure she wouldn’t make it until Christmas. She did. Now here it is May, and while she’s down to 75 pounds and is sleeping much of the time, her spirit is still strong. While the doctors don’t give her more than a few weeks, she just might surprise us again. She’s one of those larger than life charismatic souls, and I suspect she’s not ready to throw in the towel just yet.