Goodbye, My Friend

My friend and running partner Sharen passed away unexpectedly on Friday. She was fighting off some infections, but also had leukemia that was diagnosed on the day she died. Her body couldn't take it all and she left this life. She was about to celebrate her 50th birthday. She was best friends with her two daughters, one of whom is also a good friend of mine. Our families often celebrated holidays together. When Sharen was over for Easter, she was thinking of names for our baby girl. I thought the conversation would continue over the months, so I didn't write any of hers down. I remember she made me laugh because she was so determined to find the perfect name. Fiona is the one that sticks in my mind.

Sharen was so healthy and strong. We enjoyed exercising together and sharing healthy recipes. We swapped perennials, shared garden seeds, and crafted. She inspired me in so many ways, and always made me feel loved. She came to my house on two occasions to clean while I was sick. She was always willing to help out with a last minute babysitter, and Kyle and I loved going to dinner or playing games with her and her husband. Earlier this week I heard from her daughter Britney that she wasn't feeling well, so I sent her a text. A couple of days later I stopped by with flowers, but didn't talk to her because she was sleeping. The next day she passed away.

I haven't felt this kind of grief since we learned our baby had died in utero four years ago. I feel so much pain and sadness for Britney and her family because I know how close they were. I also feel pain for the loss of a friend. I know what kind of woman Sharen was and I have no doubt that she is in a better place right now, free from a body that was overtaken by cancer and infection. But she will be missed. I miss her.

Here's a photo from our marathon last May. It represents the Sharen I knew and loved. Strong, healthy, determined.