Missing Laurie

Laurie HoirupI keep re-writing this. There are so many emotions swirling through my mind, and I am writing about a topic that is impossible to think of without crying.

Someone died. I can’t say she was a long time friend, I can’t say we were particularly close. What I want to say is that she was a very gifted person who touched my life at a time when I really needed it.

She died unexpectedly in an accident.

This has happened to me twice in my life. All I can say is when you get the news it is like being slammed in the side of the head, your heart plummets down to the center of the earth and you can’t believe it is true. There must be some mistake, you tell yourself over and over.

I met Laurie Hoirup at a book sale. A poorly attended sale, so the two of us, at our tables, displays carefully spread out to attract the crowds, well…we had a chance to spend time talking. I was in a terrible space that weekend. I had my breast tumor biopsy the day before and the results wouldn’t come until Monday. I had decided not to share the news with anyone other than my husband until we knew more.

It was eating away at me and this fellow author was so warm and friendly. When we finished talking about book tours and marketing strategies (her knowledge much taller than mine) I spilled my guts. Poor Laurie happened to be the one to get dumped on.

She was wonderful. She talked me through it in a matter-of-fact manner. No beating around the bush or “there-there-everything-will-be-fine” came my way. She showed empathy, understanding, guidance and laughter with me.

There is no one who could have done for me what Laurie did that weekend.

We exchanged emails and she agreed to be interviewed for my blog (you can see it here).

She kept up with my progress, emailing and checking on me. We had plans to meet again, do something together.

I dropped the ball. I didn’t keep emailing her for no other reason than life is busy and it moves on and one procrastinates and makes lists and doesn’t get to things.

And now it is too late. Now Laurie is gone and I can only hope and pray that her gentle, practical, kind, funny spirit is in a good place.

Here is the moral to my story: Don’t delay. Make that phone call, send that postcard, keep in contact with those who matter to you.

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