Renee Sendelbach I still remember the day we met.
She was outspoken on the same topics I was too, but I wasn’t sure of my place in this new group to speak my mind yet.
But after she spoke, I knew I didn’t have to speak – she had
said everything I was thinking.
It is odd how my memory works…I can’t remember some things
that I would think would be unforgettable, but I seem to hang on to memories of
meeting new people…especially people who make a mark on my life.
An unexpected mark.
A random mark.
But marks that veer my overall direction in life…even ever
so slightly but that slight veer points me in a whole new direction over time.
She was a cheerleader to me…she seemed to be my personal
cheerleader with all my crazy ideas. She would tell me that my ideas were
exactly what this world needs now…and I believed her.
She would give life to my hopeful soul with our talks…she
was a successful business women with some major ump behind her, and she
believed in what I told her about what I want to accomplish in the world.
Many others vied for her attention, but for some reason she
picked me. She saw something in me and
told me so and wanted me on her team.
When I questioned my ability to succeed in my dream, she
assured me everyone started somewhere and I had a lot more heart behind my
starting than most people she knew.
We would meet for coffee at 10 and end up staying through lunch.
We met just last week.
We were planning on taking a road trip to Frederiksberg to show our art
to various stores in hopes of them wanting an exclusive deal with one or
hopefully both of us. She told me she would do all the talking – she knew my hang
up about selling my stuff to others.
We laughed at the dumb stuff we both did but encouraged each
other just the same.
We would text each other random thoughts and art ideas yet
never had to explain the why behind them…we both knew the why – we were free
spirits trying to live in this life but by our own rules.
I told her I love you on our hug good-bye last week.
I tend to tell all the people whom I really care about that
here lately.
It feels natural now verses awkward in the past.
I guess I know how quickly life can change…out to coffee one
week…not able to the next.
I used to think I knew the preciousness of life that is so
lightly balanced in time.
I didn’t.
I still don’t.
Life can be there one week for grand plans of the
future…of hopeful dreams starting to take shape…then the next week gone.
To you, my dear friend Genae. I wish a lot of things right
now…but most of all, I wish you peace while you are up there looking down on
us. I hope you are coloring clouds a new vibrant hue.
