I can't believe you're gone. I wasn't ready for you to leave. You were a good friend and a formidable enemy. You made the most amazing spinach dip that you served with Hawaiian Bread. We watched all the Harry Potter Movies (that were out at the time) in marathon style over the course of a night...you leaned too far back in the recliner and hit your head...but you were fine...other than your sailor's mouth.
You loved cats and dogs and probably most animals...but especially cats. And you often referred to cool people as "cool cats"... Which was horribly outdated but unmistakeably you.
When I think of you I think of pickles, The Mighty Boosh, and the phrase " it makes me want to bite my toes".
You once threatened my ex boyfriend in an an email and continued to make him nervous when you saw him walking down the street in your shared neighborhood. The town wasn't big enough for both of you. I'm glad you were on my side.
It broke my heart when we weren't friends for a while... But I never really gave up on you...I just waited for when we were more in sync. And just like that... I reached out and we were friends again.
I only have one regret. We didn't get to hang out since reconnecting. But if you are out there in the ether paying attention, I remember you fondly..as a sister...as a buddy..as an example to learn from and to give me perspective in life. You were a really bright star that gave a lot of people light in this crazy dark time. If anyone was gonna hang on and be a crazy bodhisattva type ghost, it would be you.
I miss you. I wish I could make sense of losing you. The universe has a pretty big hole to fill.