Karen connected to me as a friend in a very profound and heartfelt way. We met through our mutual friend, Karen Sprintz and quickly became friends in our own right.. Her talent for compassion was astounding. Even though we only knew one another for a few years, it felt as if we were lifelong friends. I feel blessed for the time that we had together.
Two particular memories stand out for me about my time with Karen. We sat together at Karen Sprintz's funeral, a very emotional and heartbreaking experience for both of us. I found in my purse a small, purple amethyst stone heart, which I held in my hand and handed to Karen during the funeral. Amethyst is meant to have healing and protective powers and is also used to illicit positive energy and emotions. The intention was to imbue the heart shaped stone with our love for Karen Sprintz. At a particularly emotional moment, Karen took my hand, and instead of handing me the stone, she held my hand so that we held the stone together. It was a small gesture and one that has stayed with me and comforted me in this time of great sorrow and shock. It's as if she was saying, by loving one another, we're honoring and loving our friend. The love and comfort that she brought me at that moment saturated that little stone heart and the memory of that moment has saturated my heart and my spirit.
Another time was just before one of her surgeries. We sat together as she waited to go in for another operation. She had her pillow and her purple Ugg boots. She was talkative, though I knew that she must be really frightened. I brought her a few things to entertain and distract her and her favorite thing was a little aromatherapy bottle with a delicious smelling concoction inside, which was labeled JOY.
I have a distinct memory of her in her hospital bed with her gown and her cap on. Moments before they wheeled her down, she asked for one more whiff of Joy. The look on her face as she breathed it in will always be with me. Even when facing another big challenge, she stopped for a moment to smell the joy. She later told me that her first bath when she got home from the hospital was scented with that same little bottle of joy.
Karen, my sweet friend... I miss you terribly and I pray that you're saturated with the energy of love and friendship and that wherever your spirit is, you're bathed in peace and joy.