I lost a dear client and friend today. Luke Fry (on the left with the cool t-shirt) was a lot of things - strong Christian, husband, father, grandfather, vet, friend...and yogi. Luke was one of the most loyal, enthusiastic and determined yoga students. He worked hard every week to do his poses the best he could. I could always count on Luke to be in my Thursday night class in Lenexa, KS. Often with his friend, Joe (pictured with him). As we'd get going with our full flows (sun salutations), I'd usually walk around the class, adjusting and encouraging. Very often, I'd lose track of how many we'd done, but I could always ask Luke, and he'd know just how many he'd done and how many were left.
Luke was honest, but always in such a supportive and friendly way. He wasn't shy to let me know which poses were not his favorite. I have a very fond memory of Luke bringing his granddaughter to yoga. She was maybe 9 or 10. Watching them do their Half Moon and Tree poses together (Luke giving her tips) was a sweet delight.
The night Luke came in wearing this shirt, he had a big grin on his face and was happy to pose for pictures and be our YogaXoga spokesman. Once while traveling in Seattle, he spotted construction workers doing yoga on a big high-rise construction site. Luke returned from his trip with pictures of the yogi workers for me to use on my blog... how thoughtful was that.
Luke Fry, I'm so glad I got to know you... those Thursday yoga nights in Lenexa will forever be sweet memories for me. Rest in peace, my friend. Do some pain-free full flows in heaven for me.