Sad times for my family

Yesterday afternoon, my grand-niece lost her battle with brain cancer.

She was only 18 years old.

I never had the pleasure of meeting Tamarra, but I followed her on FaceBook and she was certainly loved and admired by her family and friends.

Tamarra was my brother John's granddaughter (he lost his battle with cancer not quite three months ago).

As my little chickadee said to me this morning, "It sucks to have Cherryholme blood lately."

My heart goes out to Tanya, Tamarra's mother, who in the past two and half years has been asked to cope with more pain than any one person should have to endure in such a short period of time.  Her grandmother (my mother) passed in January 2008; a month later, her mother died suddenly in February, 2008; her father (my brother) succumbed to lung cancer on 27 August 2010, and now her only daughter has been taken from her.

Such events bring one burning question to my mind:  What more could the good Lord ask of one person?

A mother shouldn't have to bury her child.

Cancer shouldn't take anyone, much less a child.

Rest in peace, Tanya's angel.

Tamarra Cherryholme
6 Jan 1992 - 23 Nov 2010