One month ago, a moment we hoped would never come came and took our breath away.
One month ago, the immensity of the moment made time standstill.
One month ago, our world stopped spinning and the pain was overwhelming, but your pain was no more.
One month ago, we were reeling in loss, while the world kept spinning and life went on.
To my dearest friend and hockey mom,
It has been one month since you left us, but it feels like it was both yesterday and an eternity ago. That night replays in my mind daily and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Our world stopped, but life around us continued. To this day, it seems cruel that life continues on despite our enormous loss.
As I left to the coffee the next morning, a cardinal was in my front tree and flew by my car. Driving that morning, I was struck by the notion that nothing and everything had changed all at once. The cardinal was a gift, undoubtedly from you to let us know you were okay. You’ve left a mark forever on my soul and the souls of those that knew you. Your strength, your tenacity, your spirit, your beauty, and your joie de vivre continue to inspire me on the daily. You will forever be a seminal person in my life responsible for teaching me more about myself and about life through your example than you could ever possibly imagine.
I am resolute in the promises I made you that day. Luke and I will always watch over your family and I will never give up the fight to find a cure. United by hockey and love of our kids, I’m blessed to have called you my friend and my family. I can never thank you enough for all you did for us. Love you to the moon and back.
A broken hearted hockey mom.