4:16 a.m. My computer is still with Joe, who is attempting to perform a miraculous resurrection after a bout with the vendu virus. I have to say, it’s hell being computer-less for a week. I haven’t succumbed to madness yet, but I’m close. I was unable to sleep, so here I am, typing away on Jim’s machine in a desperate attempt to distract myself, but it’s not working. All I can think about is Joey Feek, who passed away Friday afternoon.
It’s been difficult for her family, friends, and fans to watch her struggle through the pain and incapacity of the last several months. We watched as a beautiful, energetic, vivacious woman put up the fight of her life before cancer sucked that precious life away. The strength and bravery of her story are undeniable. By inviting us to share in her experience, and with Rory’s courage in documenting and posting not just the painful and heartbreaking moments, but the tender and joyful ones as well, we find we’ve been schooled in the art of living life to the fullest until the last possible moment…and then departing with peace, grace, and dignity. I would like to think that Joey is riding horses and planting a garden in heaven, between performances with the choirs of angels. And she is surely watching over Rory and Indy with unlimited and unconditional love.