A life cut too short

Yesterday I found out that my old coach and friend, Bonnie Cooper, passed away suddenly last week. For years Bonnie was on the coach of our rival school softball team, but in 7th grade she not only became my all-star softball coach, she also became my soccer coach when I joined the Lightnings. For six years she inspired us, pushed us, danced with us, laughed with us, cheered for us on and off the field, allowed us to wear homemade capes and listen to ridiculous boy bands on a boom box while we warmed up before a game, and let us harass her by singing My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean. Trips to Coeur d'Alene, Wenatchee, and Saturdays at North Creek are still fond memories of mine. Bonnie was our fearless leader and we loved her for it.





It is so strange how death steals people we care about, people that have shaped us, people that have made us smile and will continue to do so long after they've passed away. For Bonnie, it just seems way too soon. Two days ago I was cleaning out my closet, going through old pictures, keepsakes, and even a couple of cards from Bonnie, all things from my days on the Lightnings; Bonnie came to my mind very quickly. Isn't it strange how God brings people to your mind at just the right time? Of course it isn't easy when the next news you hear of that person is tragic, but I believe it is still a gentle reminder of how important that person has been to you. It is a gentle reminder of God's blessing and grace through that unique individual.
For those that knew Bonnie, services will be held Saturday, December 8th, 2pm at 16500 124th Ave NE, Woodinville, WA.