|Seema and Henry at our wedding in New Orleans, May, 2010.|
Because of Seema
Seema would be so mad at me right now. Instead of going for a run, or riding my horse, I’m sitting here shedding tears and writing about her. She would hate that! She would brush it off and tell me to get my ass outside. But for once, I’m not going to listen to her advice. I want to tell you what I know…….. Because of Seema.
I didn’t know Seema the longest, and I certainly didn’t know her the best, but she has had a profound impact on my life and I still have not begun to comprehend a world without her in it. I met Seema through my husband, Jeff, who knew her well from when they both lived and rode in Michigan. She was a “horse world” friend who became much more than that. My first introduction to Seema was over a good glass of wine (is there any other kind, in Seema’s world?), but I didn’t really come to know her until she offered, with the generosity that was so characteristic of Seema, to let Jeff and me live in her house in Philadelphia while I was in vet school. As Seema and Henry’s neighbors and tenants, Jeff and I learned many things. The terms of our extremely generous rental agreement included the use of our living room for Monday night ballroom dance lessons, which I frequently watched and, on several occasions, in which Jeff and I participated. Because of Seema we learned to ballroom dance for our wedding.
While we were neighbors, Seema showed me the best routes to run in Philly, the spots to avoid, and encouraged me, by word and example, to run my first half marathon. She introduced me to the fact that there are people (herself included) with the goal of running such races in every state, and she was well on her way to becoming a member of that prestigious club. Because of Seema I have run 3 half marathons, and have 47 to go.
The basement of our rental home included an impressive collection of Henry’s movies and Seema’s paperbacks. There must have been thousands of books there! One weekend Jeff and I helped her sort through and re-home many of them and I was just amazed. She was a voracious reader and she remembered the plots of every book I held up for her that weekend. I was dismayed at myself, I couldn’t remember the last book I had read that wasn’t a textbook or something for work, and I vowed to change that. Because of Seema I read for pleasure.
When I received my white coat in vet school, my family all came to town for the ceremony and to celebrate. I was proud to have Seema in the audience with them, and happy that they all enjoyed the restaurant Seema had recommended, a delicious Center City BYO. For the occasion she brought “Henry wine” (not be confused with “pony wine”, which was still nicer wine than anything else I’d had in my life before meeting Seema and Henry) and we had one of the loveliest evenings I can remember. Because of Seema I know that life is too short to drink bad wine or eat bad food!
In the years after graduation, as I navigated the changes in my career and personal life, Seema was always in the back of my mind, and she was always happy to offer advice if I was doubting my choices. She managed to have a full career and an even fuller personal life, and the balance and success she achieved in both are what I have and will continue to strive for. Because of Seema I learned to work hard and play harder.
From the time I have known Seema, she has been the ultimate volunteer. Capable, cool under pressure, sharp as a tack and always with a smile on her face, she could run a warm up ring, an in-gate or a cross country control radio better than anyone around, and she did so regularly. As a competitor, I never considered volunteering for events at which I was showing, but Seema showed me that it could be, and was, done, and that every little bit helps. Because of Seema I will always volunteer.
Last winter around the holidays, I walked into the tack room at Blue Hill and Seema was wearing a big, fuzzy, very colorful hat. It looked warm, super soft, and, honestly, a little ridiculous, but so, just, Seema. I loved it, and I told her so. She smiled and thanked me and we went about our business- me getting ready to ride, her finishing up. As she was leaving, she told me she left Christmas presents for me, Jeff and Rusty (Seema would never forget a four legged!) in the tack room, and buzzed out in her sassy Fiat before I could even finish saying thank you. Seema was never one to enjoy being fussed over for her generosity. Wouldn’t you know that in my bag was the same fuzzy hat? Mine had more blues and greens than the orange and pink hers sported, but the character was there and it kept a smile on my face all winter long. Because of Seema I know that kindness and generosity don’t have to cost much, but they are what mean the most to people.
There are so many things in my life that are because of Seema.
Because of Seema, I know that chocolate is best left unadulterated.
Because of Seema, I know that a new friend is only a smile away wherever I go.
Because of Seema, I always carry a tea bag with me when I travel.
Because of Seema, I firmly believe that you can never have too many pairs of TOMS.
Because of Seema, I put extra cardamom in my Christmas cookies.
Because of Seema, I know that if you have a goal or a vision, the details will work themselves out.
Because of Seema, I learned that it’s best to have a dog biscuit in your pocket at all times, just in case.
Because of Seema, I know that life is just too short, so make the most of it.
Like I said, I didn’t know her the best or the longest, but I feel so lucky to have known her at all. I’m sure that for every Seema story of my own, there are hundreds of thousands of others like it. Please share your own stories of how your life is different… because of Seema.