Only the good die young?

This is the saddest entry that I have made in my journal.

We mourn not for the people who are lost to us, we mourn because "we" have lost them. I think most of you know Kim of Demandnlilchit and Lahoma of Lahoma's Laments...it seems impossible to think that they are gone, within hours of each other. 

Both these girls reached out to me with their own brand of friendship...no strings attached...just straight outright friendship and love. They were actually my first friends here, along with Jeanno43..she's across the pond.

I grew to care about and respect both these women for their strengths, their determination, their devotion and love to family. The two of them were probably the most polar opposites you could imagine in their upbringing. Yet, they both possessed a great inner strength that helped them battle on against great odds.

Lahoma, born to the mountains of Virginia...she could trace her roots to the Hatfield/Mccoy feud! Part of her family heavily into the hard work of coal mining, she did not have an easy childhood. She knew that I did research in ancestries, so she provided me with a bunch of facts to sort out. Which I did for her.

A couple of years ago I started on Ebay selling, oneof the things that I was selling was a Barbie doll that I had tattooed! Lahoma thought that was so hysterically funny that I tattooed the doll and SOLD it!

I, on the other hand, laughed myself silly over the antics of Lahoma's pet pig! She knew that I loved monkeys, so she rounded up a bunch of graphics and sent them to me...knowing how much fun I would have with them. She just did things like that.

About two years ago, my older son (unmarried) saw a picture of Lahoma on MySpace as my friend...wanted to know "who" the hot chick was...I couldn't resist - I told Lahoma, it made her day and she actually did become Ken's MySpace friend too. He, too, was saddened to learn of her passing.

 She was without a Mom or Dad for so long, she was just my own daughters age, I felt so much empathy for her hurting.  Yet, throughout the years she always stopped to smell the roses, dance the dance and lived life as best she could...loving her Robert and Cameron.

 Anytime someone needed help that she could give, where to find something, how to insert photos etc. she gladly did so.  I feel so bad for her family...Cameron is still so young only 17,  I pray the road ahead for him is steady. Lahoma worried so for him. Determined to fight to the end, I know that she knew how many people loved her. She so often made me smile and laugh I shall miss her beyond belief.

Kim, oh my God, she could make you laugh. She poured her heart and soul out in her journal. When she wrote she took you into her inner core and you felt everything that she felt.  She would send me quick emails highlighting what she liked in my journal and commenting. When I was writing my stories about Japan, it drove her nuts that I wasn't doing the stories faster...and she let me know it! She was such a feisty spirited lady...God forbid you should "bother" her kids.  The claws would come out like a big Momma Bear protecting her cubs. I loved her for that too.  Our own beautiful Irish Warrior Princess you are missed.

I know it will be alright, sometime soon...but right now my heart aches.....

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