Last night’s post was almost called “A Perfect Weekend”. After all, I had run a PB and then was able to enjoy my weekend at the lake. But I couldn’t use that title.
Throughout this near-perfect weekend I had to keep checking into reality via email. I knew that an email I did not want to read would come, I just did not know when. Last night, upon completion of my race report, the message came that my friend had passed away. I won’t go into details other than to say a month ago she felt ill and had to be taken to the hospital. She was eventually admitted to ICU. After many tests, cancer was found. This past week doctors said they were out of treatment options. This will sound cliche but life can change so quickly.
My friend was one of the most kind, caring and creative people I have had the honour of knowing. The world has lost a truly good person.
I am currently reading (for the second time), “The Book Thief”. The story is narrated, in a surprisingly beautiful tone, by Death. When I started reading last night, Death commented that at times, taking a soul was like robbery when there was so much life, so much to live for. “You see,” he goes on to say, “even death has a heart.” I hope last night Death had a heart.
Cathy, you will be missed by so many.