Appreciate every single day for the day that it is...
I could leave one lasting memory of myself
when I leave this life on earth, it would
be that it is never too late to turn your
life around and appreciate every single day
for the day that it is and find just one good
thing about that day that will be your one
final memory of that day if you should not
be blessed enough to wake up to the sun shining
in your eyes tomorrow. Don't look forward
to what might be, be happy for what is right
this very moment." - by Diane De Tar
I lost my dear sister Diane to breast cancer on July 18,
2002 at the age of 52. With dignity and grace, just
as she lived her life, our precious angel has entered
into eternal rest.
I am Diane's brother, Lyn. Before Diane died she wanted
so much to share her story with the world in hopes that
her experiences with breast cancer would help others.
She spent many weeks in her bed at home and later at
Hospice typing on a old laptop and always said "that
if no one wants it that's fine too, but it could be
very therapeutic just to put it all down for once in
a human experience reality garbled sort of way".
She is at peace now and without pain, but it has been
difficult for family and friends as we attempt to continue
on with our lives in the absence of Diane.
I have done my best to put her own words together for
her and I invite you to visit her home page at http://diane.ponpines.com/
to read what she has left behind for not just her family
but for all of us. I sincerely believe that even in
death Diane is helping so many people dealing with this
dreaded disease through her web site.
I think that God saw her getting tired, when a cure was
not to be. So he wrapped his arms around her, and whispered,
"Come to me". She didn't deserve what she
went through, so he gave her rest. God's garden must
be beautiful, he only takes the very best and when I
saw Diane sleeping, so peaceful and free from pain I
could not wish her back to suffer through that again.
In Loving Memory Of my sister Diane De Tar.
You will be loved and missed forever.
Lyn Bissonette, Spencerport, NY