Love given.
Love received.
Love given.
Love received.
Cath died yesterday.
At home.
Surrounded by family.
It was cancer.
She was a bright light.
The cream of the crop.
THE absolute best of us.
True story.
You could see her smile a mile away.
Hear her laugh.
Her eyes bright.
She filled you up and left you lighter.
Hopeful.
You always walked away feeling better.
No matter the situation...
...a smile and a laugh were guaranteed.
I'd place money on it.
Her fight brought out the best in the community.
Neighbors cooking meals.
Stopping by for conversation.
Company.
Kindness.
Sadness.
Love.
So much love.
She had so much to give.
She's left us an extraordinary example of a life lived.
She's raised the bar on appreciating our connectedness...
...and what we mean to each other.
A continual reminder to follow our heart.
Smile.
Laugh.
Love.
Cry.
In no particular order.
Lean in.
Embrace it all while we can.
Cath did.
She'd want all of us to do the same.
The thing about having a heart…
…it will take you places you’d never thought you would go.
Good places.
Bad places.
Light places.
Dark places.
And all of the spaces in between.
It will mirror your interpretation of the moment.
Absorb it.
Expand.
And there you will be.
At times…
…feeling as though you might burst
At other times…
…feeling shattered into pieces
And still…
…the beat goes on
The thing about having a heart…
…it is the music of our lives
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Listen...
Your song is on.
Last night I trimmed his hair.
When I carried him down the stairs this morning he said his head hurt.
‘Because of the haircut?’
‘Nah’
He smiled.
All better.
We went thru the motions that we take day in and day out.
The drive to school was quiet.
It was cold.
He was tired.
And sometimes less is more.
Friday.
She booked us for a cooking class.
Saturday.
She made dinner for neighbors in need.
Sunday.
She made dinner for another set of neighbors going thru a rough patch.
And me?
Appreciative of her everyday.
[...and I don't say it nearly as much as I should...]
So very luck to be alongside her, riding on her coattails.
There's good in this world...