I finally made it back to meditation last night ... I made plans to go to a Latinos from the Ivies mixer tonight ... I made some progress on my paper yesterday.
I was feeling ... not exactly *upbeat* but like my head was above water and that no one was pulling on my toes.
And then I saw this. Wow, I feel like I have been so out of touch to not even know that she was ill.
My heart breaks... I cannot believe the pain and anguish for Anthony (I know he goes by Antonio now, but he was Anthony to me for all those years in grade school where I was not the me I am now, either).
To be clear, I didn't know Michele ... she was from my hometown, my dad knew her uncle, and she was in my good friend's class at high school. So, I might have actually met her at some point. But, I don't know.
I reached out to her several years ago ... many, at this point, before she met Anthony, before she got married, before she found out that she had cancer.
I cannot even remember why I wrote to her ...but I did. We connected, became facebook friends, when I still had a fb account, and I bought all her books ... to be supportive of her work.
And then I dropped out of fb and didn't keep up with her... and now this.
The world keeps on turning and things keep happening and I am just trying to keep up and keep my head above water.
This felt like another punch to the gut.
But, I don't think that Michele would want me to take it that way.
I am going to try to feel this as a not so gentle reminder to LIVE... get out there, life keeps turning, you gotta keep up.