Health by Heidi

  I attended a celebration of life yesterday afternoon.  It was for a former long-time client of mine.  I only knew him in a client-trainer capacity, but I always enjoyed our sessions together.  He was kind, funny, intelligent, and wore a perpetual smile, no matter how many lunges I made him do.  When I received the invitation to his celebration of life, I paused.  Before Scott died, I would have sent my regrets, a card, a donation to the charity of choice, but I would not have attended the service.  Too many big emotions.  Too many people I may or may not know that I may or may not have to talk with.  Too uncomfortable.  Too much.  But not now.  Not anymore.  My perspective has changed.   After Scott died, I was overwhelmed with the outpouring of support.  I received messages, cards, calls, and visits from people far and wide.  It meant more to me than I ever could express, because whether or not they ...