I love the Kermit song. I had forgotten about that. I attended a funeral today and the priest said that he's sure several of her family members were asking why she had to get cancer, why she couldn't beat it, why she had to die. He said he's sure Bonnie asked why at first, but he knows that today she isn't asking why--she's thankful. As we all should be. Thankful that God lent her to us for the time she was here. Why she had to get cancer? Who knows what people she touched with her experiences, that if she wouldn't have had cancer she may not have impacted those people. I was crying and then crying harder because I felt selfish--if this wonderful lady, this teacher of mine from more than 20 years ago--if she wouldn't have died, I wouldn't be standing in that church remember the lessons she taught me about living my life, about it being ok to be me and the other things she taught me. I'm not saying the "why" to her dying was because of me, but the "why" is that it's not only happening to you. For instance, why do you have to suffer with whatever it is that drove you to find pc? Maybe so that others have the gift of your wisdom, loving and caring. I hope that makes sense.