Remembering Jan....

   Not quite for sure how to start this post today. So many thoughts have crossed my mind. I remember all the times that Jan would call me a few weeks before the festival and ask if I needed her help with anything and if I was hanging in there. All the times we set at the VFW and chatted with each other. I recall my last day of chemo. I was almost done when Jan and Ed came in. Jan was back for another round and she was happy for me that I was done for now. When ever there was flowers delivered to the hospital for her, I made sure I delivered them. It was good to see her laugh when I came through the door with more flowers. We would talk about cancer and we never had a kind word to say about it. She use to tell me,''girl we're two tough women.''
   I've known Jan since I was six years old and I've always looked up to her. She was a proud American, a proud veterans wife and even prouder to be little Ed's Mom.
   Jan is at peace now, that damn cancer can no longer attack her. I hate cancer, once again it took someone I loved.