A sweet memory of you came to mind and I had to write it down. Your physical fitness was no secret, I'll never forget when you flexed your biceps for me and my jaw dropped to the floor. Your biceps were serious bulging rocks. You took care of yourself - somewhere in between being full time mom and working full time as a nurse and full time at the store you managed to get ripped.
I remember when you got sick how hard it was not to be able to exercise. As soon as your lymphoma was under control (right about this time last year) you would take the boys on walks or ride your bike - anything you could.
I remember just about a week before you passed, you lying in your hospice bed, still determined to get better. You couldn't talk, couldn't walk, couldn't swallow. Your hands were not quite strong enough to pull the cap off of your marker so Ben helped you after he explained to me your grip wasn't strong enough to do it yourself. The first thing you wrote, "I've really been slacking on my PT (physical therapy)." I looked at you and said, "Yeah Lans, you are a real slacker. I as just thinking the same thing." Such a fighter Lans. I miss you.
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