Laura Hilfer of Ontario, Canada, was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of thirteen. After intensive treatments, she was declared cancer free, but her and her family’s happiness was short lived as the disease returned again four years later.
Heartrendingly, this young and beautiful soul lost her battle to cancer on January 20, 2016.
Her family shared the devastating news on the social media through the Facebook page dedicated to Laura’s progress and struggles while she was still alive.
“She fought bravely and all of you would have been so proud of her. Her poise, her courage, her strength and her pure spirit shone through right until the end,” her family wrote.
The Nelson High School student was loved by many. She touched the lives of everyone she had encountered, and it was now her friends’ turn to show her just how much she meant to them.
They covered her casket with notes, expressing their gratitude, their love, as well as their sorrow that came with her passing.
Their wish was that Laura receive a love-filled farewell worth of a beloved friend and student.
Not only her classmates and teachers, but her family, neighbors, and even the hospital staff all penned tributes to her on her casket.
When they saw their daughter’s casket, Laura’s family were overwhelmed by the outpouring of support.
One of the messages read, “You were musical. You were artistic. You were understanding. You were my bestest friend.” Another read: “Very brave and strong. You will always be a hero.”
Laura’s favorite color, purple, was on display at the church and on people’s clothes.
Sadly, Laura left this world, but the outpouring of love from her local community was heartwarming to see.
May she rest in peace.
My Friend Kicked Me Out of His Wedding, His Reason Stunned Me
My wife and I were shocked when we were kicked out of my friend’s wedding for ordering pizza after the buffet ran out of food. What began as a lighthearted, slightly tipsy idea quickly turned into a whirlwind of drama that made us question not only our actions but also our friendships.
We had been looking forward to Tom’s wedding for weeks. It was a small, intimate affair with about 70 guests, mostly family, and the atmosphere was joyful. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there.
As we admired the decorations and soaked in the celebratory mood, everything seemed perfect. My wife and I exchanged smiles, complimenting the setup and how happy Tom and Linda looked. We were seated at a table with some lovely people and began chatting with a couple named Jane and Bob.
After a beautiful ceremony full of heartfelt vows, the celebration kicked off with drinks flowing at the open bar. Two bottles of wine were placed on each table, along with bread and butter, and the mood was lively. But then came the announcement for the buffet, which was to be served by calling tables up one at a time, starting with the family.
As we watched the first tables head to the buffet, we noticed plates being piled high with food. I quietly mentioned to my wife that I hoped there would be enough for everyone, and we both waited, hoping for the best. However, when our table was finally called, the buffet was nearly empty. We managed to scrape together a few scraps, leaving everyone at our table visibly disappointed. We could sense frustration growing around us.
“That’s it?” Jane asked, staring at her nearly empty plate. Bob, equally unhappy, grumbled about how hungry he still was. My wife and I were equally disheartened, but we tried to keep things lighthearted.
It was then that Bob jokingly suggested ordering pizza. To our surprise, the idea didn’t seem all that far-fetched to us in our hungry state. After a quick chat with the others, we decided to go for it, pooling some money and placing an order for four large pizzas and wings.
When the pizzas arrived, we shared them with those around us who also hadn’t gotten enough to eat. The atmosphere at our table shifted as we laughed about the absurdity of the situation, but that light mood didn’t last long. Before we knew it, Linda’s father approached our table, clearly unhappy.
He sternly asked where the pizza came from, and after explaining that we had ordered it because the buffet ran out of food, he grew even more upset. When he asked for a slice and I refused, citing that we had barely eaten ourselves, his frustration turned into full-blown anger.
Not long after, Tom came over, looking distressed. He apologized but explained that we needed to leave, as the pizza situation had upset Linda and her family. Feeling hurt and frustrated, we gathered our things and left the reception, ending the night on a sour note.
A few days later, Tom called me. He explained that after talking with Linda and her family, they realized there hadn’t been enough food and felt terrible about what had happened. Linda’s father, especially, was eager to make amends and had planned a big “After Wedding Shindig” to invite everyone back, with plenty of food, drinks, and entertainment.
Despite the awkwardness of the original event, it seemed like things were headed in a positive direction, and I found myself looking forward to the follow-up celebration. What had started as a silly solution to our hunger turned into a larger lesson in communication, and, in the end, a chance for everyone to come together again.
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