My friend Tracey died last Sunday. She wasn't someone I knew well in person - in fact we'd only met four or five times, but we'd shared an internet mailing list and knew one another quite well over the years, and I found her to be wise, thoughtful and blisteringly funny at times.
She had met her husband Graham via the same egroup and it was a privilege for myself and Mrs DD to attend their wedding last July (q.v).
The cancer which she had been born with - retinal blastoma which afflicted the eyes, meaning they had been removed from her being a baby - came back with a vengeance just before her wedding. This return was always on the cards, and Tracey knew that it was probably a case of when rather than if. She was a fighter throughout her life, but she wasn't any match for it this time.
Her funeral was on Friday and although this sad event, like most, but especially this one, as she as was a mere 38, it was more a celebration of her life rather than a (pretty good) excuse to weep and wail. I am pretty dang sure Tracey would have approved of this way of being sent off.
Me and Mrs DD will try and keep in contact with Graham her husband - hopefully we'll be seeing him in a few weeks.
Tracey, the original Cornish pastie - RIP my love. You're already much missed.
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