For Keri

I'm tired, my eyes sting, and my words feel simple and awkward and not quite right, but I'm doing this.  There is no right thing to write, to say, as a friend is dying. There is no protocol for this.

So often, we wait. We wait until it's too late, until the light is gone, to celebrate and uphold our loved ones. It's the 11th hour now. I regret waiting this long, but as the light flickers and fade, I want to share the beauty of my friend Keri Rose.

I heard of Keri long before I met her, as a new resident of Orcas Island. In my own way, I was terrified of meeting her. She was an ex-girlfriend of my soon-to-be then husband. Beautiful. Stunning. Brilliant. Feisty. Outspoken. The island isn't big enough for the two of you, they said. When I met Keri, it was one of those moments where you know a true soul sister. We were kindred spirits, and from the first time I was in her presence, the same words would always come to mind- shining and bright.

Our lives wound in circuitous paths I'm sure we never dreamed of. My big detour at the time was a divorce. Hers was a brain tumor, non-cancerous, but insidious and cruel. Keri approached dealing with her tumor with humor, grace, and perseverance. She named the tumor Mathilda. It may have physically slowed her down, but mentally, spiritually, it gave her flight. Keri's resolve for chasing her dreams, for boldness and action, became exponential. She inspired everyone around her.

Eventually, both our paths reconnected us in Portland, and shortly after Keri had just finished a round of "poison", as she called it. A car accident and abdominal pain set her to the ER for scans, to make sure she wasn't bleeding in her belly. What they found wasn't trauma, it was a voracious mass of cancer cells in multiple organs. They told her she was Stage IV+-- if there was Stage V, she would be it-- and told her to get her affairs in order. Chemo was a disaster and landed her in the hospital with a heart attack, and the more doctors grasped at throwing chemicals at her cancer, the more Keri became determined to beat this horrible thing, in her own way. She told the doctors to get behind her, or get out of her way. Of course she used much more colorful words than that-- they were on notice.

That was almost 2 years ago.

There are a few images of the last few years that stick in my mind. Keri and her team of naturopaths and other doctors helped devise a new diet, free of crap. I admired her shakes, her clean meals, her discipline in fueling her body with life… but I will never again drink a gin and tonic without a smile on my face. I can see her in the summer sun, broad grin, yard full of flowers.. and a gin and tonic in her hand. Her one vice at that point. She made it very clear she wasn't giving it up. I can picture her during the Brain tumor walk, tired, but as always, smiling. Deliberate and rationed in her steps, but absolutely unstoppable. Ms. Rose of the 5" heels, challenging her students to a race. Unstoppable, fierce, brilliantly, gloriously free despite the constraints her body kept trying to give her.

For the last few months, I have caught myself saying "I need to go hang with Keri". It's been a while, but life was happening. Children, soccer games, homework, work, getting a house ready to sell, the frantic scramble as we look for a new house, juggling the balancing act of work, wife, mom. No time, and besides, my beautiful friend Keri was unstoppable.

Tomorrow, I will go be with her again. Time has paused, told me to wake up, and to cherish that which is right in front of you. I know that's totally cliche… until it slaps you in the face with truth and clarity. I will read some poetry to her, and I will read her this. I know she won't be able to respond, but she'll hear me. Keri, there are some things I want to tell you.

When I say you're beautiful, I speak to the truth of beauty that you have taught me. When the symmetry  of your smile was taken by Mathilda, you grew a bigger smile. It isn't just a face and teeth, you smile with your whole body. You radiate, and you have given so many of us strength just by your presence. You are love and determination in a body that has been slowly ravaged by cancer. Speaking of which, fuck cancer. I hope you'll forgive me my anger, but I promise to use it righteously.

When I think of the lives you've touched-- especially of your beloved students-- I'm humbled. One woman, hundreds of lives. Maybe thousands. The children of those students will know tales of you, of this I can assure you. You have given them vision and inspiration, and shown them dignity, humility, impossible grace. You are a woman of your word, of action, and a consummate role model.

My sweet friend, I love you. We love you, your family, your friends. This world loves you, and we celebrate you. There is beauty in the darkest places of night, and there is beauty in the slow rising of the dawn. You, Keri, will always and forever be the brilliant radiant sun, rising.

Shine on, shine on, shine on.

Love always.