Let a joy keep
What does it tell you when the enduring images of one of your best friends is that of her wearing a Flyers jersey, a wry grin, and flipping you the bird?
It means you're friends with Laurie, that's what, and therefore are one of the luckiest people on the face of the earth.
It's taken me all month to write this, because I'm not sure if there are words to do justice to the Lzor. She is everything I know about bravery, and courage, and spirit. She is that rare soul who can find goodness in almost everyone and everything. She is possessed with a black humour that I find hilarious, but I would, because we're both of us sick little puppies.
A single, off-the-cuff email one day. A "hey, hope you feel better, we're all pulling for you" was enough to jump start a friendship. To discuss poetry, and exchange Sandburg for Sexton. To pretend a bitter rivalry over a sports team. To take notes on how to raise a little girl to be independent, and quirky, and loving. Lessons on how to take whatever life throws at you with grace, humor, and and endless capacity for joy.
This is all I can give back to you, Laur. I hope it's enough.