It’s been a week now since the news came down that one of my colleagues at the paper, Diane, had died of bile duct cancer. She found out about 3 weeks prior and it was too late. Single and 42, she was in the process of trying to adopt a child from China, and had a self-help book for women dealing with stalkers coming out soon. I can’t say that I knew her incredibly well, yet I found myself incredibly moved, disturbed, distraught over the news. Although it sounds a bit cliche, I guess events do come around with some frequency that throw you on your head, with sorrow, doubt, confusion, analysis etc. Viewing my life through the lens of what I now know about Diane’s, and her early demise, has led to some severe existential dilemmas that cut across all parts of my life: work, romance, happiness and it’s pursuit, the future, the past…
But a week that began with such bad news could surely not continue in such a way. This was also the week that Barry Bonds would tie Hank Aaron’s home run record, A-Rod would hit his 500th home run, and in the waning hours of the week that began for me last Monday, Tom Glavine would get his 300th career win.
It was also the week that I would spend every night trying to finish the never-ending freelance project that seems to grow every time I touch it. It was a week without therapy, a week on new medication, and a week that I ended in Chattanooga where I finally saw Rock City, hated my way through the Incline Railroad again, and got my beard trimmed at the minor league baseball game, during the 6th inning, right before the hometown team lost and we would receive Sara Lee 100% Honey Wheat bread loaves while exiting the stadium.
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