There was time, not that long ago, where a gift like this would have meant nothing to me.
But yesterday when my long time friend Lisa came to visit me and gave me this angel, my entire world began to make sense.
I’ve known Lisa for many years. I hired her as my marketing coordinator when I was Director at Leisure Park.
After we left there, she decided to go back to school and become a nurse. She was 50 years old when she took this on. And she is the best floor nurse they have ever seen. Kind, compassionate, but she gets the job done.
Lisa is also a leukemia survivor, and I have never, ever, heard one single ‘poor me’ come out of her mouth.
She and her husband Billy have been there for me many, many times. Including floating me a big chunk of change when I was buying out my house from the ex-husband.
She was there when my dogs passed away and when my world was unraveling. Just standing by. Not judging, not lecturing, not coddling either. But there for me.
After my experience with Marley last Christmas Eve (he came back to