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Yesterday was Heather MacAllister's memorial service at the All Saints Church in Manhattan. It was cold, I was Sunday brain-dead and it was my time of the month, but I wanted to honor her memory as she passes off into summerland. She died young but left her mark on the world.
The ceremony was simple with hymns, prayers and eulogies. It was lead by a kindly minister and rabbi accompanied by a wonderful organ player. We were told that the mayor of San Francisco had put into law that Feb 25th would be Heather MacAllister day. We should draw inspiration from her as someone who lived life the way she wanted.
The nicest part was after the ceremony when we gathered in the basement for food. I listened to people talk about Heather and right before I left we all sang "Fat Bottom Girls."
I think an important lesson is life is too short and we should live it as best as we can.
Despite the coming together for Heather, fat prejudice still exists. I learned of this story from the UK where they would like to take a fat kid away from his mother. This kid is big, yes, but he is also almost as tall as his mother. Instead of forcing him to go to doctors and nutritionists, get him into American Football or Rugby. Are we becoming the food police? Or just policing the fat kids?