Too Sexy For My Books

… he was good and kind … she had a strong spirit and enthusiasm for life … taken too soon … sadly missed. Death and funeral notices tend to repeat the same things, they are almost clichés. Almost.

The rawness of death of a loved one saves such comments from becoming platitudes of emptiness.

I received word today that my oldest friend died suddenly. We have known each other since we were 7. At this stage I don’t know why or what from but right now that hardly matters. All I know is that a kind, beautiful, fun loving, loyal, outgoing wonderful woman has been taken from us too soon. She would have been 30 in November.

We had one of those friendships that you see in movies and read in books. We lived only a few blocks away from each when growing up. We rode to school together, were in the same class in primary school, were always sleeping over at each others places, riding to a nearby pond and catching tadpoles and then releasing them into the pool and wondering why they didn’t survive (sorry dad), as we grew into our teens we were always on the phone and giggling over silly things and consoling each other over more serious matters. We went to different high schools but remained close friends throughout. I went away to uni in Canberra and she to Brisbane. Whenever I came home on leave we would always see each other and did some rather crazy things (again, sorry about the car dad).

She will be missed.