On August 30th, 2017, the world lost a gorgeous glowing force that was known as Lauren Morelle. She was an amazing woman, and her presence was an absolute gift to me, and to all whose lives she touched.
Lauren was my hero. I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer just shortly after her. The day we met at Pluta, we were sitting in chairs next to one another in the infusion center. I had actually recognized her from the news story she was in about a year before. She looked over at me with her elbow resting on the arm of her chair, her head resting on her hand, and her eye lids fluttering with a slight smile on her face, asking “Sooo, whatchya in for??”. “Metastatic breast cancer”, I replied. She got up from her chair, walked over to me saying, “HEY ME TOO!!”, and proceeded to high-five me. In that moment, I knew we would be friends. She had an infectiously radiant, beautiful, and bubbly spirit. In times when I was struggling to stay afloat, I would text Lauren, and she would call me to remind me of my own strength. Once, after a particularly painful experience at a friends bridal shower (where I was forced to acknowledge, yet again, just how abnormal my life is), I sent her a message saying that I was having a hard day, and she called me right away. She listened to my kvetching with such compassion and understanding. After about 10 minutes of that, the two of us were laughing together about any and everything, and then we planned our next lunch date. She stayed on the phone with me til after I got home to make sure I was in a good place. The last time saw each other, we had a lunch date at Panera, and she gave me a shirt. I am so lucky to have something of hers. I feel genuinely blessed to have known her. Her light will shine on in the lives of the many people she touched. Until our “epic lunch” and Mickey Mouse waffle breakfast on the other side, you will be so treasured and so missed, sweet girl.