A funeral

I attended a funeral for a co-worker on Saturday afternoon.

She died after fighting cancer for a few months.

She was 47 years old. Divorced, no children. Small family. But funeral services were very well attended.

Tough, professional and focused at work. Exuberant, fun-loving away from work.

We all have stories about her, though most involved work. But one came from a former high school boyfriend, who gave an impromptu affirmation of her life.

He said she died young, yet had really lived while on this earth. Could many of us say the same, he asked. His personal answer was no. Divorced twice and a workaholic, he couldn't say he was really living a life. So he had just made plans to go on the type of vacation she would have had. He was leaving right after the funeral. He was her age, yet had lots of living to catch up on.

That was true of most of us there.

You will continue to be missed...and remembered...Karen.