Over the last few years, we’ve lost a lot of people on my dad’s side of the family. It all started when my dad passed away in 2010.
Last year, I lost an uncle. Over the last few months, I’ve lost another uncle, the remaining one on my dad’s side, as well as my grandfather. Minus my son, there are only two men left with the family name. If we go, so goes the family name.
Just a few weeks ago, I lost a friend. Her name was Lorrie Fenn.
Lorrie owned a popular weight loss blog called the The Token Fat Girl. Lorrie and I have e-mailed back and forth over the years. We took turns complimenting each other’s miscellaneous weight loss milestones. We gave each other motivation and talked about the dynamics of running a popular weight loss blog.
It makes me sad to think how she passed — she was at the gym and had just finished a run on the treadmill. She succumbed to cardiac arrest.
She was 30 — by only a day.
I’ve had a strange feeling of guilt every time I’ve tried to sit down and craft a blog post over the last few weeks. I had to come back, though — I always do.
I’m glad I’m back.