Sadness.

Today I went to the funeral of my friend Elizabeth (whom I mentioned in an earlier post). The room was packed, even though she was never one to draw attention to herself. There were people speaking English, Italian, Maori, you name it. Family (of course), friends of family, family of friends, people from the karate school — all drawn to that one place to cry and remember and feel everything you feel when someone you love dies suddenly and unjustly.

Like I said before, she is my role model, everything I aspire to be and have not achieved. If I work hard, with a wide-open heart and generous spirit, maybe I'll be able to be a little more like Elizabeth by the time my own life ends.