My heart is broken, yet again. We lost hubs father and step dad in 03, my parents in 04, and then his dad's only direct relative, his cousin and often called 'brother' five years ago. Robert Sr. and Harry Bailey grew up only children. They had cousins by marriage, but they were like peanut butter and jelly otherwise. Always together in youth and as grown men. Their families were always either on Long Island or in the Bronx.
They all passed away from cancer. Except of course my parents.
Two years ago we had some 'C' scares, one of them, Harry's wife Joan announced she was full blown cancer and there was no cure. She would live on chemo and see her youngest son marry, have a son six months and, but her middle child a girl would not get married. Her oldest son was and had already given her two grandchildren.
Why. Why does this happen so young and to people who have done nothing but given good to our society. She was now a retired teacher and loved to travel. Like Harry Joan made us laugh. I sigh now. First hubs dads, his beloved Harry just before we legally got married, and now Harry's wife.
We leave this afternoon to head to the wake, and will attend the funeral in the morning. I am as you know not big on death these days. Who is? I know, but it is just not fair. My parents lived a long, maybe not so full, but they lived a much longer life. Why couldn't Harry and Joan lived to laugh more?
RIP Joan Bailey. We love and miss your smiling face.
