My friend's husband lost his 3-1/2 year battle with brain cancer over the weekend. I'm at a loss. I have a friend who is now a widow at the age of 44. She has three beautiful daughters, ages 12, 10 and 8, and their fourth child is the boy they had always hoped for who would carry on the family name. He is almost 5, and was named after his father.
We are going to Philadelphia for the wake and funeral, a quick 36-hour trip, but I need to be there. I can't even put into words what I'm feeling for my friend.