Mormon Momma

I don’t use the “s” word in the title. And I don’t let my kids use it either—the ones I can still control with my iron fist, anyway. But I can’t think of another word today.

One of my best friends since college (and a bridesmaid at my wedding) lost her brother this week to lymphoma.

Just a few hours ago our dear friend and colleague (and vice president of one of our companies) died of prostate cancer. [I’ll link to his obit when it’s posted.] He was the chairman of the Ocean Engineering Department at Florida Atlantic University who recruited Sam right out of BYU. He is the reason we spent ten years in Florida. And now this good, honorable man is gone.

A decade ago, one of our best friends in Florida had a brain tumor that took his life.

And, of course, countless others can be added to my list and yours.

This is such a horrible disease. I don’t want to lose more loved ones.