On Memorial Day a friend of mine  was jogging with her boyfriend around the reservoir in Central park and drop dead of a heart attack, she was 27 years old. Last fri was her memorial, the same day Tim Russert dropped dead of a heart attack. As I sat thought the  Memorial I thought of my friend Lauren and the last time I saw her. She walked up to me and gently whispered in my ear that i was an angle. I didn't take it in because my heart still stays closed sometimes when gentleness comes my way.  But as  I watched the montage of her life and listened to the kind words from all her friends and her boyfriend I let my heart soften. I thought that's what she would want, I've decided to keep it open until the day that i'm am done running and my heart closes for the last time.