Michael: “Oh, Karen, I’ll come. And, you know… I’ll bring a date.”
All you really need to know about Delle Chatman can be summed up in one story. It was November, 2002, and she was in post-op after ovarian cancer surgery. Not all of the cancer could be removed, and the surgeon told her she wouldn’t live to see spring in Chicago. “What are you talking about?” she asked. “We don’t have spring in Chicago; we go right from winter to summer.”
From that moment on, I was on a mission to finish “Delle’s book”. But it wouldn’t be about her, or even about her friends. It would be about people who didn’t have the opportunities I had: to support her through her illness, to grieve her, to honor her. It would be about people who were left out: friends.
My book is not about Delle, although it would please her no end if it were. But she is the reason it exists. Our friendship was one of the great joys of my life, and her other friends will tell you the same thing. She continues to guide us and inspire us, and remind us of how precious life can be. Hopefully she’ll be pleased with the outcome of my promise to her. If not, I’m sure I’ll hear about it.
Friday: Your own personal “Big Chill” moment