Huffington Magazine Issue 83 | Page 28

Voices to Greece for two weeks with my girlfriend and imagined a life of feta cheese and wine instead of Washington politics. Over the summer, my friend and I speedwalked, strolled and finally limped for 18 miles overnight to help raise money for suicide prevention programs. And miracle of all miracles, my ex and I sold our condo, a plan that was years in the making and executed with remarkable grace. We walked away from that chapter of our lives with a clink of glasses, a small chunk of change and a sense of closure. Some other stuff happened, too. I wrote stories I was proud of. Joe Biden called my dad at a holiday party. I lost days of my life watching back-to-back episodes of Homeland. But all those things were overshadowed by the loss of my friend Kristin, who died in January 2013 after battling bladder cancer. She was only 42. I never thought she’d actually lose to stupidcancer, as she called it, always keeping the two words together. She was the healthiest person you’d ever meet, eating salmon and blueberries all the time, swimming insanely long races to Alcatraz or in be- JENNIFER BENDERY HUFFINGTON 01.12.14 tween islands in Alaska. She had so many friends, and she was so kind, so adventurous. I always thought if anyone could kick cancer it would be her. When I really think about 2013, I realize I spent most of the year looking for her. We once had a pact: If one of us died, you’d have to send the other one a sign that you were okay, that you weren’t reeeeeally gone but just in a differ- We once had a pact: If one of us died, you’d have to send the other one a sign that you were okay, that you weren’t reeeeeally gone but just in a different place.” ent place. Because we felt pretty connected to each other, we figured our bond was strong enough to break through this afterlife business and transmit a message about what it was like. We thought, How cool would that be? So when she actually passed away, I began searching for signs from her everywhere. In my dreams. In a flickering light. In the glances of strangers who maybe, sort of resembled Kristin. So many