
I woke up yesterday to the news of Sandee’s passing away. My heart is heavy and I’m at loss of words to express how sad I am. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Montreal, someone who opened the doors of her house and her heart to me, no questions asked. She irradiated love and she was surrounded by people who truly and genuinely cared about her. She’s left a lot of sad hearts behind, but after so many years of battling against the cancer dragon, she finally had enough… and now she rests in peace, without suffering. And for that, I’m glad… somehow.
I can see images from the moments spent with Sandee going in front of my eyes. The afternoons spent at her house, her beautiful family around her, how warm she was, the awesome tea she made for me, her love for her pets (oh, the angry cockatoo!), all her efforts to raise breast cancer awareness, the Avon goodie bags. I am fortunate to be able to say I met this wonderful woman. And although we went through a rough patch, we were able to overcome human weaknesses and my affection and admiration for her grew with the years.
The last time I saw Sandee was the night before I flew to Chicago to meet the person I now share my life with (she kindly let me stay at her house and drove me to airport the next morning). She knew how sad I was for a while and she was happy for me; I’m glad I got to share that moment with her. I never saw her again, I knew she had too much on her plate, but I never stop thinking about her.
She will never be forgotten. She’s an example of strength, love and dedication. And I will always be grateful for having her in my life. To her family, all my love and my prayers.