In loving memory of Sean Patrick, for whom, indeed, there was “no such thing as a bad day”…
Hairy maybe, long maybe… hard for sure… but also days filled with purpose, celebration, accomplishment, orneriness, enlightenment, adventure, honesty, celebrity, friendship and caring, determination, will power, reckless abandon, dedication, inspiration and love. Her legacy is at once intimate and global. She took the events that shaped her and used them to shape the events to which she dedicated the last part of her life. She touched lives and she touched life, in the ways unique to someone who understands the gift, which is life and the power of the now with health, vitality and intention. There are countless numbers of people she has affected, both directly and indirectly… countless stories which reflect the many facets of who she was.
One of my favorite memories: that group of ex-ski bum women who ventured out periodically with a designated ski instructor to legally cut lines, ski the deep, visit, and go where some of us, individually, had probably not gone in some time… I was a latecomer… Sean was a regular… I guess I qualified because I’d been around town long enough and I was friends with Sean… we definitely all had history… and we were all Aspen chicks for sure… Anyway, there was one time when it had truly dumped, and there must have been 15 inches of powder when we convened at the Gondola at 9… being an eastern skier and in mortal fear of any ski slope where you can not see your reflection, my heart filled with horror and trepidation as we set out… and after many hours of crashing and burning I had definitely had enough. Sensing that I was on the verge of collapse and meltdown, Sean announced to the group that she and I had had enough fun for one day, and led me off for a few runs on the piste to bolster my confidence and a few glasses of wine to realign my Gyro… she turned an impending disaster into a favorite memory with one simple declaration of independence and one gesture of friendship. I love her for that, and for the many times thereafter when she guided me and shared her self with me.
Surviving cancer is something that one does every day that you are graced with a return to health. It is a time of appreciation and a window of opportunity; a space in which to wake up and live. There are no guarantees in life, other than the inevitability of change, the progression of time and the peace which will grace each of us when life as we know it transcends our earthly boundaries. For those of us who are left behind, it is a time of reflection and love… so goodbye my friend, with much love, Sue Drinker
Here are some thoughts that I’ve had regarding Sean’s death: by Diane Heald… I think her powerful spirit was ready for more space and her body couldn’t contain that anymore. I think now there is freedom, flight, possibilities and peace. Sean was able to instill in all of us a sense of our own unique strength. Gifted vertical dancer, dear friend.