It's amazing how a person can touch you as much in death---and, dying---as they did in life. Such has been the case with my high school classmate Peyton. Last week, at 35, Peyton lost a two-year-battle with cancer, leaving behind two teenage sons, a loving mother, doting husband, three stepchildren, and thousands of others who she inspired with her faithfulness and optimism, both in life, as a teen mom and Hospice nurse, and death.
Peyton's constant praise of a heavenly father holding her hand throughout life's storms has been a living testimony, opening a part of my heart---and certainly many others'--where it was once closed. It has reaffirmed my desire to enjoy each and every moment---for better or worse, big and small---with those I love.
Thank you Peyton. Your body may have given way, but your spirit lives on.