I’ve probably been living under a rock because I had never heard of Debbie Ford. But anyone who has written scores of best-selling books, helped thousands of people positively transform their lives and has 40,000 Facebook fans is obviously a force of nature. Debbie died a couple of days ago, at 57, after a two-and-a-half-year battle with cancer, which I learned from the following post on my Facebook feed:
‘My beautiful, brilliant and very brave sister Debbie made her transition last night into the waiting arms of her ancestors and guardian angels.
She told Brian and me that she was tired and ready to go. She had accomplished her mission, even though she would have liked more time with her son, Beau, her family, her devoted Julie, her gazillion friends and many beloved co-workers and community members.
‘Debbie wasn’t just my little sister. She was my friend, teacher, biggest supporter, and sometimes unmanageable, client. (She was always stubborn which served her well these past two and half years when she defied the odds of cancer. I’ll never forget the day one doctor told her in September 2010 to get her affairs in order because she was ready for hospice. She told him to F-off, that there was no way she was dying.)
The post, written by Debbie’s sister, Arielle, goes on to say that Debbie fought addition in her thirties and went on to earn a degree in transpersonal psychology, discover the connection between mind, body and spirit and devote herself to teaching and sharing her own process of healing.
Debbie had more than her accomplishments. She obviously had a sister who adored and respected her, which is one of the greatest blessings we can have in our lives. Although the relationship between me and my two younger sisters hasn’t always been smooth sailing (they said they needed my ‘permission’ to enter my room, for example), they give me what Debbie gave Arielle: Support (in more ways than one) guidance, friendship, knowledge and perspective. We don’t have to talk on the phone daily or see each other every week to feel the bond. We are here for each other, now and forever.
And they no longer need permission to enter my room. They have keys to my apartment.