Janice Anne Mead 1948-2007

My sister died today.

She'd had brain cancer, which was diagnosed a couple of months ago, and although the treatment was going rather well she had a blood clot, apparently, that had gone into her lung and she died this morning, just after midnight.

I need to realise that my life is something precious, and that I should most certainly live my life to the fullest, and in the way she would have liked me to: happily, and with passion.

Janice lived for others. And so to not live my life in her honour would be a disgraceful thing.

More positively, to live my life in her honour is a great thing.

This life is a precious gift. We come into this world, we die. And what's in between is life.

I miss her so much.