In the clearing stands the boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
And cut him til he cried out in his anger:
Seporah’s very last tweet. She knew. We all knew. That doesn’t make it hurt any less, indeed, it makes it hurt that much more. I have a candle burning and will continue to let it burn until the last bit of wax extinguishes the flame.
Seporah’s light will never be extinguished. Just like Annie’s light.
Please read Seporah’s own words, in her HuffPo blog which she wrote just three months ago when Annie Goodman died. Diagnosed just a day apart and death within 4 months of each other, friends from Long Island from the ripe old age of nine, neither would see their 35th birthday.
Light a candle, celebrate her life, shed the tears that must be shed and remember to honor her in the way she would want. For now, I am giving in to the anger and the pain that runs through the lyrics of the Simon and Garfunkel song, The Boxer that Seporah quotes in that very last tweet.
Upstate AnnMarie, I know you are hurting along with so many others but I know your hurt runs deeply. I send you love and gratitude for everything you did for Seporah and all you continue to do for the entire metastatic community.
Seporah, I know you are a Billy Joel fan…. Every time I hear Only The Good Die Young, I will see your smiling face and hear that laugh and know that truer words aren’t found anywhere….
only the good die young