My heavy heart.

I read a blog often, it is about a young family whom just lost their child to cancer. I mean, it just seriously aches my heart. I get tears every time I read her entries, about dealing with daily life after her son passing. I know that she is hurting, and for some strange and odd reason, I really want to just drive 1.5 hours to see her and give her a hug. I don't know her personally, I have never met her. But I feel like I know her. I mean, we belong to the same "cancer club", the one that drains every living being out of your family, all the tears out of your eyes, and all the life our of your soul. Only I was lucky enough to survive. And so was she, her hubby and her two girls. And now we both (along with every other survivor and family member of a person who didn't survive) have survivors guilt. I mean, why did I survive? why did this poor small child not? Who picks and chooses?

My heart just aches for this family. And I am sending all the love and peace to them I can virtually.