I’ve never understood how a heart can be broken and still keep beating. And yet, here I sit once again, heart broken and still beating.
Checking Facebook is mindless and automatic. Glancing past the inanities of our every day life as a way to pass the time, fill an overactive mind always seeking new information.
Sometimes buried in the food porn and relationship updates, I stumble across life-changing, heart-breaking news.
Hello Family and Dear friends,
Our dear Carrie will not be with us as long as we would like. Please send your love, visit, call, send a note or what ever way you would like to show Carrie your Love. Thank you all again for all that you have done for Carrie and I. We are both eternally grateful for all your love and support. Love to all Herman and Carrie
Herman and Carrie, who personify Sufi poet Hafiz’s “A Love Like That”. Carrie, who has fought so valiantly to beat ovarian cancer. Carrie, who will not be with us as long as we would like.
Last time my heart was broken, Carrie healed me. Saved me, really. I wish there were a way to return the gift she gave me.
Heal her, save her, the way she did for me.
I have a hard time imagining my world without Carrie. Without yoga classes and healing Reiki sessions. My world is different, I am different, for having met her, for having spent hours in her yoga studio.
Carrie’s love, her legacy, will live on. The lives she touched will touch others, passing on her legacy to all we touch.
Carrie had a way of blanketing people in love and peace. In my darkest, most painfully heart-broken days, I knew if I could just make it to her yoga studio, I’d be okay. I’d survive another hour, another day. Even when I was too beaten to do anything but child’s pose, life was better if I could just get there.
Now it’s our turn to send a blanket of love and peace to cover Carrie as she finishes her journey on earth.
Our turn to cover Herman with a blanket of love and peace as he says goodbye to his love.
Heart broken but still beating.