dear Mai
I remember sparring with you and taking a hit and "thinking man you like to hit." You had such dedication and you grew stronger as you trained. I'm not sure what demons you were fighting but I know you must have hurt them too. I remember our last meeting well. it was by chance that we passed each other in the lobby. you were on your way in and I was focused on my date. we exchanged numbers again with to promise to catch up. as with all my Montreal trips, I ran short of time and never did reach out. I really wish I made time. I miss that infectious smile of yours. RIP Mai. I know those demons didn't take you without a fight.