I know, I know… I’ve been MIA for a while. I’m sorry to keep you without an update and, worse, still midway through our Celebration of Karyn’s life. (If you’re coming to this late, it all started here.) It’s sometimes a little difficult to sit myself down and write about that day. I’m not sure why. Well, I know why, but it doesn’t necessarily make sense, given the day was filled with one amazing moment after another. It is not a burden or a chore to relive and share those moments. And yet, I keep having long gaps where I post nothing. I’ll work on that. And me.
At the celebration we heard from so many great people who said so many wonderful things, and you may have noticed references to “Montezuma” in there. Montezuma is the street we are fortunate enough to call home, and it’s a suburban unicorn (pink, fluffy, dancing …).
To give a little context, ours is that rarest of neighborhoods. Not only do we know our neighbors, we love them and count them amongst our best
friends family. Rather than a too-common existence sequestered in our own homes, life happens in the front yards, where houses have patio furniture under the eaves and sprawling into the driveways. Kids play on the sidewalks and in the street as parents sit and talk. Good wine is not uncommon.
After Lisa shared her wonderful words at the Celebration, we were treated to a dear member of the Montezuma Crew (or “Mob,” as she prefers), Ellen Lynch:
(So many wonderful stories and memories….)
I feel so blessed to be a member of the “Montezuma Mob”- a neighborhood my husband, Denis, and I moved into with our kids, Brendan, Maire and Ian, almost eight years ago. Right away, we knew we were surrounded by some amazing people, but the Wilders – well, they were just obviously a really cool family.
Lucia was just about 5 and adorable, Beckett was a tiny little guy of 1 and very curious, and then, there were Todd & Karyn. I could see what great parents they were, and, when you could spend time with Todd and Karyn – well, you know chemistry in a marriage when you see it!
As the kids grew, and we happened to be in the driveway more frequently, we were blessed to get to know Karyn’s mom and dad, Mary and Jack, and the extended collection of family and friends we have met through Karyn and Todd. She has brought so many of us together.
With that amazing sense of humor, and comedic timing with just the right dose of sarcasm, Karyn could make you laugh at the slightest thing. In time, as “the beast” developed, we began to see what a gifted writer Karyn was. Despite the unknown, she incorporated that humor and tremendous perspective into her writing. She displayed amazing courage when putting her feelings and thoughts together out on the web for all to see. And it helped all of us.
That courage and determination to fight “the beast” were best exemplified when Karyn would come outside even briefly to let us all know that, “Hey, I am here, I am living this day to the fullest” – even when perhaps that day was not so good.
One night, maybe back in December, Karyn came over and nursed a glass of wine in our living room. There was not much conversation but she was comfortable and so present for that short period of time. Over the past few years, there were many of those nights with our great neighbors where Karyn showed us how to live life on your own terms, by displaying amazing grace and courage, while battling this dreadful disease. She surrounded herself with family and friends, and fought like nobody I know.
We have all lost this special, special person – a great neighbor, friend, relative, spouse, daughter, and mom in Karyn’s passing, but what she gave us, particularly over these past 3 plus years were memories, laughter, courage, strength, comfort, and love.
To that, I would like to share this simple yet thoughtful passage entitled “Where do they go to?”
Where do they go to, the people who leave?
Are they around, in the cool evening breeze?
Do they still hear us, and watch us each day?
I’d like you to think of them, with us that way.
Where do they go to, when no longer here?
I think that they stay with us, calming our fear
Loving us always, holding our hands
Walking beside us, on grass or on sand.
Where do they go to, well, it’s my belief
They watch us and help us to cope with our grief
They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days
Guiding us always through life’s mortal maze.
As Todd so eloquently shared with us on EverydayLeft, Karyn remains with all of us. We have been blessed.
Love to you Karyn.