In the past, I have always casually supported the fight against cancer. I say casually because the extent of my involvement with this topic had been viewing the videos and social media posts that emerged on various communication medias. I never really became aware of the feelings the family members felt from the death of their child or aunt or neighbor when he or she died from cancer. I never understood the exact feelings until my step grandmother passed away from lung cancer. I never really understood the intense desire to see the person again for at least a couple minutes, even if I only saw her once a year. Spending time with her as if those minutes could somehow be put into a tiny glass jar or absorbed through the pores that sculpt my skin, keeping alive the ambience of the person who passed.
These feelings have once again emerged today as my friend from a program I attend about once a month passed away. She was more than a decent person; she glowed. Her easy-going nature captivated all her peers, myself included. Mia’s easiness to express her ideas, interests, and passions as well as her inviting presence made her someone to admire. Like myself, Mia loved fashion and I mean loved. As we roamed around Nordstrom before meetings every month, we made comments about the flashy tennis shoes and different designer brands we admired, and even planned on shooting a blog post together for our fashion blogs. If you could not tell her interest in fashion from her innovative ideas about trends and designers, her style seemed to emulate her interests, as well as her laid back attitude and engaging personality.
Rest in peace Mia.