I have been thinking quite a bit about friendship lately. One of the blogger’s that I follow regularly Spearfruit (Terry) (click for link to blog) has been battling cancer for while now. We have all followed along with him sending good thoughts and prayers for healing and pain-free days. When he wrote yesterday that he was returning home to enter hospice care I will admit, I cried. I could see the pictures he posted and knew in my heart what was coming but it was still so sad to finely have that confirmation from him.
Someone once commented on a post I read that on-line friendships weren’t real that they are not built on shared experiences, common interests, or real emotion. I highly disagree. If anything I think I often share more of myself with some of the people I know on-line especially commenting on their blogs. There is the safety in the on-line world that is more perceived than actual. I tend to open my heart when a blog touches my soul or a memory long forgotten. I want to share my memories and little pieces of me when something resonates with me.
This is Terry. He has shared his life and his battle with cancer openly and honestly. Something that most of you don’t know is that my father is currently living with liver cancer. I don’t talk about it much because there are more pressing health issues that he has that seem to push it to the back of my mind. It is slow-growing but it is always there. I also have several friends that are currently living with lung cancer, brain cancer, and bone cancer. They all know that it will eventually be what takes their life but they all refuse to let it take the time they have left to live. Terry has been so open and honest with his story I felt that I could see a glimpse into their mindsets. I know each and every person is different but the phrase, “learn to live like you are dying,” is something I see in common with each one of them.
So, I don’t know where this is exactly going other than to say blogging friends are real friends. We may never meet in person but when I comment or share with you all I do it as a friend. Your stories touch me and change me in some way each and every day. They make me think, feel, and want to better the world. You are my friends and when we are all gone from this world I will grieve for the world will have lost some really great people.