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Angie Time

11/10/2016

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PictureAngie enjoying the sun.

​Juan and I first met Angie after her cancer diagnosis. She had moved in with her parents next door so they could care for her after her initial treatments. We gave them space to settle in but we eventually bumped into each other while walking our dogs. Juan and I fell in love with Angie right then. How could you not after hearing her laugh ring through the trees and seeing her radiant life-loving smile? Angie’s genuine spirit and her “I’m doing this thing no matter how much it sucks” attitude inspired us. We enjoyed each other's company and soon our walks together became something we looked forward to and prioritized.  

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Lily and Kali at Seeley Lake.
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Kali shaking off.
From the onset of her cancer, Angie and her mom, Sue, and stepdad, Jeff, were open to every option they could find. Sue endlessly researched alternative cancer treatments and Angie used them along with the traditional treatments she had chosen. Angie defied the odds and outlived the fourteen months the doctors had given her. We were uplifted for them.

​Last January Angie’s parents gave us a huge gift. Together with Angie, they had devised a plan in which Sue and Jeff would leave for a month so Angie could try living on her own. At 39 years of age Angie needed to feel normal again. Their gift to us was asking that we check on Angie daily to make sure she was OK and that we clean her pellet stove. Juan and I jumped at the chance.

 
Our daily pellet-stove cleanings turned into long conversations followed by long walks. We had so much fun we even added a night-time walk to our routine. We’d hear Angie’s resonant laugh as she came down our driveway and see her dressed up in colorful layers of leggings, scarves, hats, mittens, sweaters, and skirts, with a matching eye patch on the right lens of her glasses. Angie's attire so clearly reflected her jubilant spirit.
 
Whenever we walked with Angie we followed her lead. She wasn’t steady on her feet so we never hurried. And we didn’t project our thoughts beyond each moment. Living from moment to moment was the only way Angie could get a respite from the enormous responsibility she carried every minute of every day; the knowledge that her choices and attitude could cause her tumor to grow or shrink, cause her to live or die. So when we were with Angie our normal sense of time was replaced by a boundless sense of existence, a refuge. I looked forward to being with Angie because we slipped into that refuge together – a form of meditation, a pause from everything – and I started calling our time together Angie Time. 
  
Angie’s body had taken quite a hit but rather than wallowing in self-pity, Angie, a photographer at heart, simply put on her macro lens and zoomed in on her world. She spent hours watching and photographing the birds at her feeder, relished being in the sun or rain, smelling snow in the air. Her eyes filled with joy when the light cast brilliant colors through the trees and she giggled whenever Kali took a particularly large dump. Juan and I delighted in turn. We knew how lucky we were to share in Angie’s utter appreciation for life.


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​Angie’s entire being refused to think she would succumb to her cancer so during our walks we never talked about the potential of her dying. But I shared stories of visitations I had experienced from family members who had passed away; visitations I could never have conjured up. My experiences made me feel there must be something else beyond this physical reality in which we now exist. Angie was wide open to that possibility and we held it within us like a small flame.

Because Angie was thriving we all believed she would pull through. But this August Angie’s body took a turn for the worse. Her days became riddled with migraines, seizures, and nausea. She went in and out of the hospital and clinic. Nothing medical or alternative eased her suffering and Angie began to disappear from all of us.


​Sue and Jeff opened their home to us, assuring us there was "no need to knock" - just come in and sit with Angie whenever we wanted. We were grateful to be embraced so lovingly and we took them up on it. I walked across the bunchgrass early in the morning in my PJs and maneuvered through it with a headlamp late at night. As Angie grew more distant, Sue and I grew closer, talking together at Angie's bedside while her kitties were piled up on top of her and Kali lay nearby, always within sight. For days family and friends came in force. All of our loving gestures for Angie were also a salve for our fears. After everyone had come to see her, Angie passed away with Sue, Jeff, and her brother by her side.
 
Early the next morning I had to meet with a Social Security representative in Missoula. I hadn't slept well and was reeling from Angie's death, but decided to go anyway. The man who met with me had a small poster pinned to his wall that stated “We are spiritual beings experiencing a physical reality.” I couldn't help but smile. What are the chances that I would see those words at a random meeting in the Social Security Office? It felt like Angie was affirming that indeed there was more than this physical reality we embrace so passionately. As I left the office I told the man I had just lost someone dear to me and thanked him for those words.
 
Now Sue and I walk together with Kali and Lily. I am a mother myself and agonize at the thought of losing my child, so I can imagine Sue’s despair. Every parent can. But my empathy doesn’t come close to the pain Sue is experiencing. Sue not only lost her daughter, she lost her best friend. The void and sadness she and her family are experiencing is unfathomable.
 
As we walk together Sue’s grief takes voice. Joyful memories pulse up through her despair like sunbeams bursting through clouds. Bittersweet moments. My heart vibrates in kind and we slip into Angie Time - the only way to make it through.

​Thank you Angie for enriching our lives and for modeling how best to live it. We love you and miss you dearly and will do whatever we can to support your family.
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Heather Layman
11/11/2016 06:42:02 pm

This is beautiful, Randi. Angie and I were friends in high school, and my heart is heavy for her friends and family. She was the sweetest soul through and through. Thank you for sharing your gift and your 'Angie Time'. Hugs to you and Juan.

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Randi de Santa Anna link
11/12/2016 06:39:26 am

Heather, I am so happy to hear you and Angie were friends! I can sure see you too hanging out. She was indeed a sweet soul and I am so grateful that providence stepped in and offered me and Juan a chance to know and love her.

Thanks for reading this and big hugs back to you and your family.

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Miodrag Milovancevic
11/12/2016 03:03:36 am

Thanks for this!

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Randi de Santa Anna link
11/12/2016 06:42:49 am

Miodrag,

Thank you for reading my post and for appreciating it's heart and soul. You must be able to relate. When someone who glows through the confusions and difficulties of this life passes on, we all lose.

Warm wishes,
Randi

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Belinda Rich
11/14/2016 06:21:45 am

Beautiful and moving. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you all.

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Randi de Santa Anna link
11/14/2016 09:35:44 am

Thank you Belinda,

You and your family are a beautiful example of how to care for and cherish your family, so I know you empathize completely. We are blessed to have known Angie and continue being blessed by her family.

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    I have been a dirt monkey for as long as I can recall - hiding in the rabbit runs woven throughout dogwood thickets near my childhood home in Western New York, winter camping in a tipi in New Hampshire, living 3/4 of a mile up a trail next to a Northern California wilderness, and now living in Western Montana where my husband, Juan, and I create our art and enjoy the many wild places.   

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