Upstairs on the Square
I have a memory of Heather, ill, but glowing, as she and Anthony entered the restaurant.
I think of how painful it must have been to watch those who cared for her burn out, and how she found means to create a very large community through social networking to help sustain her and others.
The dedication shown by her friends through these years, has been inspiring.
Glow, in the midst of terrible suffering is something I have seen in Cathy, her mother, through the years.
May we all have or develop that capacity.
Vida Kazemi
Cathy's friend
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