Thursday, June 25, 2009

Life Can Be So Cruel

I sat here for 5 minutes trying to come up with the perfect title for this posting and to be honest that was all I could think of.

Why do good people get sick? There are so many mean and bad people out there doing the unspeakable, but the good ones get sick.

My loving Auntie Mary Joan is one of those good people. She really is my first cousin but I have always since I was able to talk called her Auntie Mary Joan. She is like my Mom's younger sister. Auntie Mary Joan has breast cancer and for whatever reason she hide this from all of us. She didn't want anyone to worry or have to care for her. The news is still fresh and we don't know the details but she needs our prayers. Please say a prayer for my sweet dear aunt. She is so kind and generous. She has such a big heart and is always caring for others. She just didn't care for herself. I love her so very much!

I can't think of anything else to say tonight. My new shared heart is aching. I'm so sad.

Love,
Debbie

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hate the fact of living so far away from my family, I feel like an outsider, I feel like I don't belong.
I hear about news of my family members like they are on a news tv show. Family is to me a group of people that get along sometimes or tolorates each other when possible.

I miss being with my family and sharing all the beautiful things that happen and share and cry when the pain comes too.

My prayers again will be for you Auntie, but knowing and going through what I have been through with Brenda & Dorothy and Debbie I just agree with what Debbie says about the good and bad. There are no there is a certin person in our family that is still here and the wonderful Uncles and Aunts that passed are gone,
My heart says, God Don't want him and the Devil doesn't either.

So it goes to that question of
WHY? Why Debbie, Why Brenda, Why Dorothy, Why Sheri, and now WHY Auntie Mary Joan. And you wonder why I have ISSUES with GOD...Go figure.

I am so sorry to vent and open my heart out. But I am sick and tired of my family going through all this pain. Is it a Salvato Curse, or is he (GOD) just trying to teach us a leason. Well schools out. I'm done.
Sorry family I will not write no more responce to this anymore.

My family members are very preciouse to me. And I am tired of them being hurt.

I love you all
Kathie

Mary Ann said...

My message will be to my Aunty Mary Joan.

All my life you have been kind, supportive, loving, funny, and more than my cousin. You have always been my Aunty Mary Joan, my Mom's little sister. I can still remember being little seeing you and Uncle Doug and Aunty Diane Uncle Ronny and Mom and Dad sitting at the kitchen table laughing. My life our lives are sadden by your news. We love you so much Aunty and we are all praying for you. Know that your extended family loves you so much Aunty. Our hearts and prayers go out to Shelly Lou and Denise. Please try and fight Aunty please we love you so much.

Mary Ann

Tippi said...

you know what? also to Kathy!
I used to ask myself this same ?
Think about it, no matter how much we dont like it God dont want the bad people! They are not entering his kingdom anyways. He wants us good people to be his angels!

Tippi said...

also think about this. When someone dies, are we really sad for them? or us?
They are happy, we are the ones sad, but you gotta remember we will meet again!!!
Bad things happen to good people because we are sinners! it started at the cherry tree!
Everyone on earth is gonna die sooner or later! That is why like Deb always says "make those moments"!!
However there will be a time for more :)

Tippi said...

i meant apple tree lolol

cherries but be on my mind!

Anonymous said...

Thank you everyone for your kind thoughts and prayers. Its a shame that tragic things are what brings our extended family together instead of sharing happier times more. We appreciate everyones calls and visits it means so much to mom and to us also. And Debbie has been such an inspiration to us all I hope you are having a good day today.

Denise