Sandra died after a nine year battle with breast cancer that took her to five States, multiple surgeries, chemotherapies and radiation treatments. She suffered all of this without complaint, and never had a bad word for anyone.
She was brilliant in high school, and college, was married for 16 years, where she bore two boys. She then put herself through law school, after her divorce, and got very high marks by all that knew her, for her persistance and determination to see the facts argued well. She interned in the Federal Courts for several years, until she had to quit to take care of her younger son. She tried hard to do well, and usually succeeded at what she did. She loved to read, travel, write, explore, and, especially, to laugh. I could see her almost literally melt in my arms when we danced.
Her life was hard, and all she ever asked out of anyone was reciprocated love and devotion. Her two sons never called, in eight years, to see how she was doing, and that hurt her more than I can imagine. I have always felt that she died more of a broken heart than anything else. Of the hundreds of people she impacted in her life, through her community service in New Jersey, through the League of Women Voters, through her endeavors in law, and her presence in Church, only eight were there to send her off.
I died when she died, and, while I eke through my days, I don't think I shall find happiness again, while I am still on this earth. I think of her every day. She will live, always, in my heart.
She was brilliant in high school, and college, was married for 16 years, where she bore two boys. She then put herself through law school, after her divorce, and got very high marks by all that knew her, for her persistance and determination to see the facts argued well. She interned in the Federal Courts for several years, until she had to quit to take care of her younger son. She tried hard to do well, and usually succeeded at what she did. She loved to read, travel, write, explore, and, especially, to laugh. I could see her almost literally melt in my arms when we danced.
Her life was hard, and all she ever asked out of anyone was reciprocated love and devotion. Her two sons never called, in eight years, to see how she was doing, and that hurt her more than I can imagine. I have always felt that she died more of a broken heart than anything else. Of the hundreds of people she impacted in her life, through her community service in New Jersey, through the League of Women Voters, through her endeavors in law, and her presence in Church, only eight were there to send her off.
I died when she died, and, while I eke through my days, I don't think I shall find happiness again, while I am still on this earth. I think of her every day. She will live, always, in my heart.
Sandra died after a nine year battle with breast cancer that took her to five States, multiple surgeries, chemotherapies and radiation treatments. She suffered all of this without complaint, and never had a bad word for anyone.
She was brilliant in high school, and college, was married for 16 years, where she bore two boys. She then put herself through law school, after her divorce, and got very high marks by all that knew her, for her persistance and determination to see the facts argued well. She interned in the Federal Courts for several years, until she had to quit to take care of her younger son. She tried hard to do well, and usually succeeded at what she did. She loved to read, travel, write, explore, and, especially, to laugh. I could see her almost literally melt in my arms when we danced.
Her life was hard, and all she ever asked out of anyone was reciprocated love and devotion. Her two sons never called, in eight years, to see how she was doing, and that hurt her more than I can imagine. I have always felt that she died more of a broken heart than anything else. Of the hundreds of people she impacted in her life, through her community service in New Jersey, through the League of Women Voters, through her endeavors in law, and her presence in Church, only eight were there to send her off.
I died when she died, and, while I eke through my days, I don't think I shall find happiness again, while I am still on this earth. I think of her every day. She will live, always, in my heart.
She was brilliant in high school, and college, was married for 16 years, where she bore two boys. She then put herself through law school, after her divorce, and got very high marks by all that knew her, for her persistance and determination to see the facts argued well. She interned in the Federal Courts for several years, until she had to quit to take care of her younger son. She tried hard to do well, and usually succeeded at what she did. She loved to read, travel, write, explore, and, especially, to laugh. I could see her almost literally melt in my arms when we danced.
Her life was hard, and all she ever asked out of anyone was reciprocated love and devotion. Her two sons never called, in eight years, to see how she was doing, and that hurt her more than I can imagine. I have always felt that she died more of a broken heart than anything else. Of the hundreds of people she impacted in her life, through her community service in New Jersey, through the League of Women Voters, through her endeavors in law, and her presence in Church, only eight were there to send her off.
I died when she died, and, while I eke through my days, I don't think I shall find happiness again, while I am still on this earth. I think of her every day. She will live, always, in my heart.
