I am writing this letter on line because we (her friends) can only send her positive thoughts and wishes.
Dear Gabrielle,
I am sorry you are sick. I hate cancer. I need my superheroine to find the most skilled surgeon in the universe and remove that inoperable tumor. I wonder if he/she would if you had money. If you weren't poor maybe the prognosis would have been better. In the economic climate these days who knows. You are a poor outspoken liberal artist you taught us to embrace the hippie in all of us through generosity and love.
Let me sign off with Tim Sanders' "Dirty" Haiku for you:
Overalls come off
Dive into the summer squash
Naked gardening
I love you Gabrielle. Bunny Up.
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that word has popped up in my life too: inoperable.
ReplyDeletemy thoughts and prayers and with you and your beloved friend.
It sucks! Thank you for your kindness. I am sending energy/prayers/thoughts to you as well.
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