Reading Gilda has been good for me. Parts of the book are tedious and seem to go on forever and parts are wonderfully easy. I hate to attempt to critique it here, that’s not my job but the overarching feeling of the book is uplifting. She was such a warrior in her own way.

I am not quite done with the book and am at that point where I don’t really want it to end. But I seem to be reaping benefit from it with just being around it/her. This morning for instance I had an enlightened moment when I randomly recalled an awkward moment in my past. Normally just recalling something like that would mean me becoming regretful. But somehow this morning it seemed the funniest thing I had ever heard. It seems so freeing to be able to find humor in my own mistakes. Like watching a Marx Brother version of my auto biography and laughing my butt off. Thanks Gilda.

Her job in this world was to find humor in things no matter what. What a challenge to find humor in the cancer camino. But it is there and worth the
effort to find not only for ourselves but also for others. It is a solvent for the fear, isolation and uncertainty which are heaped high on our plates. It is a break from the worry, or the guilt or the anger or what the hell ever. It is priceless I’m saying. Thanks Gilda.

It’s sort of all good all of the time even when we are armpit deep in horrible. That looks impossible but it isn’t. That may look improbable and yes that could be. But we may have not been put here to do just the easy stuff.

OK, I will read on and finish it up. And most of all thanks Gilda. See you tomorrow loves, Felipe.