The Journey

In memory of my daughter  Casey Faye Marie Aschan-Cox 4/8/1992- 3/18/10

I had Muscular Dystrophy. There isn't any real logical explanation as to why I was born sick. All I know is God has a plan for each of us and for each plan there is a purpose to our journey. Some of us know what our purpose in life is and others will never find it. Some will wander aimlessly looking for their journey never to find it or their purpose ,then there are some like me who accomplished it without ever realizing it.

My journey with Muscular Dystrophy was not and has not been without purpose, nor was it in vain.It is through my illness that I helped doctors understand this disease a little more so they may find a cure. It was not to be in my lifetime but hopefully they find a cure for someone else. It is through my illness that I opened the eyes to those around me to how precious life really is. Something people often take for granted without even realizing what a wonderful gift they have been given.

It is through my illness that some of those around me have realized that life is too short to be afraid of our feelings. My Muscular Dystrophy was been beaten back by the power of love. Love did things for me that modern medicine and treatments never could. It gave me the strength to fight another day, another treatment, another medicine , another procedure, another test and a final goodbye.

Love is and will always be the most powerful of emotions, one not to be afraid of but to be embraced. To be loved by someone unconditionally and completely is to reach into your soul and feel warmth spread throughout your body and mind.

  

It was through my illness that I have seen the strong cry, I saw the strong break. I heard the strong begging for my Muscular Dystrophy and GOD to take them instead , it helped me to find more strength to keep on fighting till my last breath was taken. It is through my illness and death that some of them who hadn't talk to God in a while have once again began to pray.

That was my purpose.This was to be my journey. My death was not in vain. I have taught people how to pray. I have taught people about Muscular Dystrophy. I have let my voice be heard for others like me. I helped many doctors help others. I have taught people unconditional love. I have taught them about patience and perseverance. I have taught them how to go after their dreams and goals. Most of all I have taught them how to live.  

It was through my illness that I have shown there is no guarantee for the future--only dreams for it. Whether the future is just another day or another 50 years, we should all dream big and live fully everyday. Live your life. Love your life. Love your family in friends, but above all live your life to the fullest each and everyday.I accomplished so much in such a short amount of time and lived each day.

I lived.I loved. I am loved. I was here. I continue to touch the hearts of many friends and family members and even total strangers, in death Ive touched lives as well. My memory lives on strong in in those who loved me. My journey will not be forgotten just because I am not here.