Seeing Kathy

She walked quickly past the workout room. She was back. When I caught her glance I gave a giant waive as Kathy stopped at the door. My sweet friend, in her 80’s had been a faithful student in my cardio step class for years. The bag she toted was her trademark and she’d wheel that long handled bag in to the gym every Tuesday night.

Kathy was gone for weeks on end when I learned the crushing news of her diagnosis. Aggressive brain cancer. I prayed. This strong willed, physically active woman who had blessed me with her smile and her kind, adventurous spirit was knocked down hard.

What I knew about her was everything I saw in her dancing spirit. Kathy is strong, graceful, adventurous, and has a ’just keep moving’ attitude. Post workout you might spot her with a tall coffee reading a good book at the coffee shop.

She loves Broadway. We had laughed about the rise of Doogie Howser on Broadway and the annual Tony Awards. We share a love for New York City and even traveling solo.

I missed Kathy for months and I wrestled with the fact that cancer had attacked my friend.

Over the course of the summer I wrote letters to Kathy hoping I could somehow encourage her even on paper. When she crossed my mind I would write, sometimes twice a week.

When I spotted her after class last night, I ran to the door. We were both smiling with joy as we hugged. In that moment we were both lifted to a higher frequency.

Her sickness, her pain, her loss didn’t matter, our cups were full with each other.

As tears welled in her eyes we talked about her pool workout and the fabulous beret she was wearing. Of course it was glam with beautiful brooches. She laughed and said she had a little fuzz remaining under there, but that a friend had loaned her a wig that fits just perfectly.

Our arms stayed locked as we gabbed. Thankful. Just thankful. In this moment, we were all that mattered. Day 20 #Write31days

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