By Kyle Woody
“I love you.”
Stunned and unaccustomed to hearing those words, I responded, “Thank you, Lana. I love you, too.”
We both cried.
This exchange happened about four weeks ago.
Whenever someone dies, I try to remember the first time I met the person. If possible, I reflect on my first reaction or perception of the individual – and then I evaluate how our relationship evolved over time.
Even before I met Lana, I was told that she was, um, rather “unique.” When she was hired into our department, I had initial reservations but I always try to remember the words of wisdom from my father: “Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear.”
Over time, our relationship blossomed – especially after I figured out that astrology is just another form of storytelling. And storytelling is where Lana excelled because she was a cosmopolitan woman gifted with an astute memory. She was a superb listener, as well.
But more so, she was compassionate. And that’s what I will always remember about Lana – and will always take with me. She looked out for me during some difficult times. Though she was comforting with her words and support, she was also blunt. Sometimes we need more of that in life.
The exchange we shared about four weeks ago is how I want to remember her. I’m old enough to realize that true friendships do not happen often so I feel fortunate that over four years we reached that moment.
Lana was a mother, a colleague and a friend. But she was also more than that. She was beautiful.