Dec 13, 2009 23:17
Since 2000 I'd been seeing a myotherapist. On the reference of a friend, Kate, to help with my migraines. It was a professional relationship, yet at the same time there was a grand mutual respect. While Toni pressured excrutiating muscles we also shared parts of our lives together in 40 and 60 minute intervals.
3 years ago she was diagnosed with cancer - it was upsetting at the time because of all the people I know, no one lived as healthy, positive or as vigorous a life as Toni did. I've known the most screwed up, alcoholics and drug addicts, who get the opportunity to live a longer life than Toni. She who pushed all the right buttons, did everything a good person is meant to do, and regardless of the burden of cancer she was an inspiration to everyone.
I didn't know her well, but her death has greatly affected me. Her funeral, held last Tuesday, was a celebration because that is what she wanted - we all went through fits of laughter as well as bawling tears. She inspired in life, she inspires in death.
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