I do not want to write this. I do not. I’ve put it off for nearly a year. It’s just too sad. Too wrong. Too unfair.
I’ll just remember:
I remember when I first met Mary Ellen. She came to Women At Woodstock for the first time in 2013, back when we were still meeting at Emerson Resort and Spa. I remember her strong presence; a mix of confidence and quiet.
And I remember her vulnerability. Sitting in the Great Room during our Mastermind Session, in a circle of sofas occupied by women she’d only just met, Mel spoke of her life honestly and openly. I was so impressed by her willingness to trust all of us – and I’ve come to realize, over the years, that this is often what happens when a group of women over 50 gathers: trust, listening, compassion. I’m so glad Mel received that from us. And I witnessed her giving the same to others at Women At Woodstock, over and over again in the years that followed.
I am stunned that she is gone. And I know I am not alone in that. So many posted their grief, their stories, their remembrances on her Facebook page and their own pages too when Mel left us. I was stunned into silence back then and am only coming into acceptance now. So, I’m finally saying Goodbye, Mary Ellen. It was good to know you. I’m so very sorry you’re gone, and I so wish the best for your daughter, who you spoke of so often with such clear, deep love–and the anguish of not wanting, ever, to have to say goodbye. Of course, we all will have to do that one day. It’s just that your day came way, way too early.