Her name is Kathi

On a day as fine as they come, it drops like an invisible bomb with a deafening explosion of invisible fear and anxiety - cold and alarming as an ice blanket.  I found myself suddenly on the business end of what was initially thought to be an innocuous and ordinary phone conversation with a dear, dear friend - one of my finest angels.   In a broken moment I was gasping and choking silently - with a mouth full of feathers, eyes full of tears, and a heart freshly broken all over again - from top to bottom. It hurts to say the word - a 'bones-deep' ache of frustration and fear.  "Cancer". It rolls off the tongue far too easily.  A poisoned word that rings and resonates louder and more painfully with every reverberation.

On a day not so long ago when calamity had blessed me so beautifully and sorely - when my motorhome was totally destroyed at 85+mph by an uninsured and unlicensed driver - and I was catapulted at what felt like light speed into the oncoming headlights of a careening 18 wheeler on a twilit stretch of Colorado highway - I felt the tangible presence of very real angels - removing all my fear and holding my hand as my own mortality slid by me and came awake - fully alive - on the side of the road.  These angels - so tangible and real - began to arrive sans-wings within minutes - wearing clothes and smiles and nothing but love and concern in their eyes - for me.  I was not saved - I was lifted - elevated and made aware of a love I had done so little to deserve - A love that I had spent a lifetime denying. I was made humble by the gifts laid before me.

There was one angel whose quiet loving light shone as bright and comforting as all the rest.  Within minutes of my bad news she sprang into action -  setting up a Go Fund Me account almost immediately that provided for me and kept me working.  She facilitated the love and genuine concern of a thousand angels and more - all in my behest.  I was humbled beyond tears -beyond words. She put love in my pocket and in my ear - she gave voice to the angels that held my hands and held me close on impact.  She put a face to their love.  She put the warmth of their touch and all their sincerity in the embrace she held me so lovingly in when we finally came face-to-face after the crash.  She is, and will always be, in my eyes - exactly what heavens finest intent is.

When she called today - to tell me the news - to share that awful word with me.  I found myself at heavens mercy.   That awful spectre is resting at her door today.   She'll be going into Community Hospital tomorrow for a surgery that will dictate the rest of her days on this earth.  To hear fear in her voice is an unbearable weight.  I am asking - begging on my knees - for all of the angels that held me so tightly - on both sides of this mortal coil - to embrace her and guide her without fear - to the safety of the grassy side of this highway where I landed - in love and in the abundance of the angels embrace.

Please - I ask with all sincerity and humility I can muster - with all of the grace I have been so blessedly given solely by her love and grace - to pray today to whoever and whatever God holds your confidence - for my dear friend, my sister, my loving gift - Kathi Rohrs-Bledsoe.  Heaven has never made any finer.  Her place on this earth is far too valuable to comprehend losing.  Pray for her and for every soul walking in that awful garden of darkness this awful disease calls home. Pray - give - cry - give more.

I could put pen to paper till the end of my days and never define the weight of this womans worth.  I can never define the weight and strength of the souls of all who suffer - all who win and all who lose.  But I feel them all today - for her.

I ask again.  Her name is Kathi.  She shines like a million sunrises.  Please ask the God in your soul to watch over her today and all days.  The grace we give is the grace we receive - she's given more than most.

God Bless you all - my angels