|(Copyright Lisa Bonchek Adams)|
She was a beacon of honesty. The transparency in her blogging was unsurpassed.
She wrote in great detail about her life with metastatic breast cancer — the good, the bad, the ugly. She wanted — needed — to tell it like it really is. Like it really was. Like she really felt.
She didn't sugar-coat s#@%.
She wrote bluntly, bravely, beautifully...
She wrote with grace, and grit, and clarity.
She wrote through her darkest hours, and her lightest days.
She wrote, and she wrote, and then she wrote some more.
She wrote with extraordinary insight and foresight.
She wrote to dispel the myth of the pink ribbon.
She ruffled a few feathers.
She wrote so we might know the life she really lived.
And tonight, she is gone, at the age of 45...
No more writing.
No more words.
EDITED TO ADD: So much has been written about Lisa since her passing. Here is a good example.