A while back, I was sitting outside at a café, enjoying dinner with some friends, and a loosely organized parade of people sporting a cornucopia of pink items came walking by. Some wore pink shirts, some pink headbands; even a few pink tutus were present.
By and large, they were laughing, jovial, and noisy. Seemingly unprompted “woooo!” bursts sprang erratically from the crowd. One block ahead, the procession would turn left and head to their final destination somewhere else in town. What I presumed, and later confirmed, is they were taking part in an event sponsored by Susan G. Komen for the Cure.
August 20th, 2012.
The sting of bone on linoleum. I suppose that’s the moment I realized that nothing was ever going to be normal again. I always assumed the idea of actually falling to your knees in grief was a contrived act of attention-seekers, something you did when you knew someone was watching. Continue reading …But Her Spirit Lives On…