The passing of Elizabeth Edwards is tragic, but not monumental. It reminds us once again that life is brief, and that while heroics are rare, the courage that ultimately accompanies the final moments that come to us all is not.
We have become a nation where our leaders can throw billions at places like Goldman Sachs, which does nothing to touch the lives of average Americans, but underfund the war against cancer, which touches almost every family.
Although we would all long for idyllic lives, Edwards knew that the road of life can be tumultuous and full of unexpected twists and turns, and that meaning is culled from gratitude, faith, and relationships.
When Edwards was honoree at Consumer Watchdog's dinner, she had an audience of hundreds sobbing. Not just for herself, who was at the time fighting off the metastasized cancer that nearly killed her, but for the empathy of her words and her strength of belief in social justice.
When I first heard that Elizabeth Edwards had asked her husband to continue with his campaign and that she would continue to do so, too, in my heart I judged her. For several moments, I felt I knew better what Elizabeth Edwards should do than she, herself.