Her physical problems never slowed down her generous heart. When I was first diagnosed with cancer, she visited me, served me, and somehow, made me laugh. She sneaked into my house while I was at chemotherapy and adorned my home with seasonal decorations. She had a great talent for making things beautiful.
Her husband, her children, and her little grandchildren were her most precious jewels. Throughout her life, she loved them immensely and intensely. I know she still does.
I wrote this poem, with great love, in Susan's honor:
It will not be for men to say
Which breath shall be my last.
We know that there will be a day
When death is coming fast
And men will stand around my bed
And wait to say "She's gone, she's dead!
She's left behind her earthly ties –"
But you must not believe these lies.
I am not gone, I'm living still –
I always have, I always will.
I'm sealed to those I love the most
And that means I will yet stay close.
Though now you might not see me here, I promise:
I am very near.
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