Today I learned of the loss of a Coulda-Been-Friend. And I am so...very...sad.
She whisked into my life at a time when work and purpose and my sense of self were all swirling in a fog of passion, gratitude, uncertainty, and malaise. And one day, over a bed of weeds at an urban farm, she graced me with the gift of compassionate listening, and generous mirth.
In the months that have passed since we met, she would periodically check in on me, and I on her. We would exchange anecdotes and mutual encouragement. And when my journey brought us both into the same state again, we made tentative plans to meet and catch up.
But there was always work. Or vacations. Or illness. Or simply the impatient and speedy passage of time.
And so we never met up.
And now, we never will.
Just two days and about a dozen emails. But those two days at a conference and those dozen or so emails were an encounter with Grace. For that, I will always be grateful.
Rest peacefully, Seana. I know you walk with the angels.