A few days ago I was told that you were finally home.
I’ve been wondering why Joey Feek has been on my heart since Monday. I reread Rory’s blog and watched the videos again. A similar throbbing ache clung to my heart and made itself at home in my throat. I then watched the new videos with Rory and Indy smiling and celebrating life, the tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. I wonder if there’s a reason for that or if this was all purely coincidental. I like to think you had a hand in it. You would want us to be laughing, remembering the good times, and knowing you weren’t in any pain anymore. But I’m sobbing and my heart feels like it was torn out of my chest and thrown on the ground.
To say I am thrilled you are not suffering anymore would be a major understatement. I am shouting praises that you are finally free of the cancer that ruthlessly tore through your body. But at the moment it pains my heart to the very core. I can’t imagine what your family is going through. I want to send a card and flowers and a million hugs but it all seems so incredibly minuscule compared to what they actually need right now.
Your time on earth was spent making people laugh. You never allowed the focus to be on your cancer. You never wanted people to feel bad for you. During your short time on earth you lived well and you loved well. And so many people loved you back. I never got the chance to thank you for your words while my dad was battling cancer. With you I saw hope and joy in the midst of one of the ugliest battles I’ve ever seen. You tackled each test and every treatment with laughter and strength. Because of you I knew my dad could make it too. I just always assumed you would always bounce back with each relapse. I didn’t think this day would ever come.
Years ago your writing inspired me to start writing a blog. I can only hope to someday have even a tenth of the impact you’ve had on the world. I’m grateful to have known you and to have laughed with you. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your face and your impeccable taste in fashion. I’ll miss your writing and your gift of making a horrid situation hopeful.
I won’t regret not saying goodbye because I know I will see you someday and we will laugh together.
Until then, my friend.