Since it was 10 years ago today that Lindsey left us, here's my best Lindsey story.
When your graduating class is 46, everybody knows everybody on some level. Even if you're not close, your paths intersect all over (neighbors in classes, 4-H square dancing, band, etc in this case)
Anyway, Audrey took me out to Lindsey's place so we could interview her for something in Cub Tracks. I don't remember a lot of what was said -- scant bits of operation updates and bible verse hunts -- but a few times as we were in interview mode, Lindsey halted and turned to the rumor she'd somehow heard that I started smoking. And she said I need to be good to myself and cut that out.
So here's this classmate showing many of the effects of brain cancer and whatever treatment docs were trying on her at the time genuinely concerned for others. I remember just being awestruck by that. Concern like that for someone she wasn't even friends with.
Two lessons I took from Lindsey that day, be good to yourself, and the value of random people giving a care.