She told me her battle with the enemy called cancer.
She told me that her life was filled with misfortune.
I told her to believe in a power greater than this world.
She smiled at me, got married and fought the good fight.
The cancer came back and she fought again.
I saw fear in this little delicate Irish friend’s eyes.
Realizing how precious life was she’d learned to appreciate the little things.
She took a picture in a field of sunflowers.
She was my Irish friend.
We talked about simple things, and a life away from work.
Walking and spending time with our families.
We talked about letting go of the fast paced world and living simple lives in our native lands.
She was my Irish friend.
I hope she wins her battle with cancer as I do everyone trying to overcome and live more life.
Good luck I say to all of you and my Irish friend.
Good luck 🍀
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