In a January post I included a passage from a letter she wrote when her Cancer came back.
"So here's the plan: we go forward with joy, hope, gratitude, courage and humor, we boost each other up with love and encouragement, and we don't take things too seriously..."
And for the last nine months she's done exactly that. For as long as I've known her she's done exactly that.
Two weeks ago, when she was released from the hospital to go home, we sent her a care package and the kids drew her pictures. Fable's drawing was of rainbows and flowers and Archer's was of cities and roads. I explained to them that Denise was very sick and that soon she wouldn't be here anymore, not with us in this life, so if they wanted to write something to say goodbye that would be nice.
Fable thought about it for a moment. "Can mine say Happy Birthday, love Fable?"
I wrote the "Happy Birthday" part because Fable couldn't and then passed the pen to her so she could sign her name.
"Love, Fable," she wrote, before filling the rest of the page with hearts.