“Lux” was exactly right.
She was a light.
She was warm, vibrant, and kept away the dark.
She texted me, not even a month ago and said, “Hey I wanted to give you a health update. We came back from our family trip and I had routine scans. They ended up admitting me. Long story short there is nothin left they can do for me and that I don’t have much time left.”
I went and saw her that afternoon.
And even then… even after that text… as she laid there in that hospital bed…
She smiled. She talked about her plans for healing. She commented on how what we were watching was her favorite show.
She cried when we spoke of her son—as a stream of warm wax might run down the side of a well lit candle. His innocence and pure heart meeting the cold, cruel, and dark.
…But only because the world he knew—the one his mom worked so hard to build—was so much the opposite. Her wick touching the wicks of so many around them that what resulted was a brilliance of light—one that even the most cunning of darknesses struggled to fight.
But what was most brilliant about Lisa Lux… is that it was never a fight.
Not light vs darkness. Not us vs. them. Not her vs. cancer.
“Because when you fight, it fights back.” She said.
No.
It was simply an overflowing of warmth, vibrance, and light. From her to her son and husband… her to her friends and loved ones… her to acquaintances and even strangers.
Not to build an army. But to build beautiful light.
RIP. 🙏🏼