On December 28th I (Dad) promised Laura I would write the next post in her blog. I don’t know if she heard me but I’m pretty sure she did. I actually said to her that I couldn’t do as good a job as she did, and just the look on her face said it all ……. “Of course you can Dad”
And that was Laura to a tee, giving people confidence, hope, to do whatever they thought they couldn’t do. I guess as I had done to her as she was growing up, encouragement to achieve, succeed, at whatever you set your mind to do.
However I know that on this occasion she was wrong and I really wont write the words as well as she could – so my apologies Lol; but I did try!
Most of you who read this will know that on December 28th Laura’s body could no longer sustain her life. I use those words carefully. Laura’s diaries were called Warrior Diaries for a reason. She was in a battle, she knew she was. She wasn’t a lone warrior, she had support from a huge army of family, friends and most of all the support of her faith, her belief in God, The Saviour, as they all battled against the cancer that was enveloping her body. It was through this faith that she won the battle. Her faith stayed with her until her body breathed its last breath and she entered into the Kingdom of the Lord
Laura’s positivity for life was inspiring. It rubbed off on all she met. I don’t think in the two years of her battle did I ever hear a negative comment about her illness.
Never an excuse; never an “…if only…” comment; never a “why me?” Yes she would get cross but as in “I’m going to fight this attitude ” Yes she had times when she questioned things but without doubt something would come along that would re-ignite that spark of hope, be it small or a blinding light, every time she felt unsure of her path the spark was there. Constantly willing to share this light with everyone.
Her blogs absolutely portrayed her life; positivity, hope, faith, caring , thinking of others. All 83 of them are a true testament to her life.
“How are you ?” is the general greeting usually given and Laura’s response literally up to the last day of her life was “I’m fine, How are you?” I know she made me think hard about her words, as she did everyone she met. She lived her life as a shining example of her faith. Every discussion, with her, every deed she undertook made those around her feel more positive.
Standing joke with Laura was that I would always “go round the houses” before getting to the punch line; so although I could, if pushed, not only go round the houses but along several streets as well, as a supremely “proud Dad” and with watering eyes I can safely say ………
“Laura won the battle”