Steve is running his second 100 mile race...about this time in hour 20 he is most probably just getting past an agonizing period and pushing through it. "Just smile when those insane words come out of your mouth." He laughed. "Yah, THE why in the heck am I doing this!!!!" Laughter. "I will" he said. And I am certain he is.
My plan for the day was to visit Mission San Jose. I have lived in Fremont for 10 years (uhg...giggling) and pass it almost daily. I decided on Wednesday I should finally go then then grab a coffee and read at Freddie's favorite lunch place. Plans are never good. Plans are never followed.
I ended up, very fortunately, going to the Tech Museum to see the Body Worlds exhibit. Steve and I saw a different run of this in Las Vegas and found ourselves quiet...amazed...thinking there is life after death. A different kind of life perhaps--but one of teaching and meaning and awe. The exhibit leaves you--how does one explain--leaves you wanting to venture through your own body in a minuscule capsule on some great adventure (the name escapes me of the sci-fi movie from the 60s that had this premise). The exhibit also leaves one pensive, introspective, silent.
I wonder how many people will carry with them the death of a stranger that taught and showed them so much.