I woke up on Wednesday to some sad and shocking news. Karin was gone. She’s the sister of a good and long-time friend of mine, Gary. Gary and I have known each other for more than 30 years, having worked together in the 80’s. We never lost touch.
Karin and Pat, (Pat is Gary’s youngest brother) used to join Gary and I on hikes. Pat died tragically in August, 1993 at around 22 years old. I can still remember the moment I heard the bad news.
The moment I learned about Karin will never be forgotten either.
Karin was only 51 years old. She was a skilled and compassionate nurse. She was a freewheeling spirit. She seemed to always either be on an adventure, or looking for one. She cared deeply about her family, and from what I’m reading about her on Gary’s Facebook page, her friends were always amused by her never-ending wit and humor.
She was keenly aware of the importance of staying connected. For Gary’s 50th surprise birthday party, she found me after not having seen each other in many, many years, to invite me to the special occasion.
Over the last few days, Gary has shared a multitude of memories of this special woman. The quiet and underlying theme of these honorable tributes are Karin’s love for her family and for adventure, and for living life courageously, with grace and animation.
She left us too soon. The world has lost a great girl.
Karin, I’m sure, is already in charge of something in heaven, giving it her all.