my friend dianna rawleigh passed into memory on May 14, 2004. cancer ended her life decades before it should have ended.
she and i worked side by side for a few years, and i got to know her a little (as well as anyone does at work, i suppose). few people are lucky enough to meet someone like dianna, let alone befriend them. and now i’m left struggling to regain my memories of her, because that’s all i have left.
i suspect dianna would be angry if i wrote something too sentimental, too sad, too anything. i suspect she would want me to do what the irish do at a wake – celebrate life, not mourn death. that’s what she was best at – celebrating life.
a few of my perceptions:
- she wore her salt-and-orange dreadlocks like a crown, a rave queen full of strength and charisma and charm and spirit
- she was filled with passions and followed them through (art, dance, activism, design, spirituality)
- she was a funny, vibrant woman who never, ever took herself too seriously, and often helped others to see what a wise thing that is
- she always took the time to step outside of herself and engage with others and their lives and passions
- she was a little shy sometimes, not liking to draw attention to herself, which made her that much more endearing
- she was a wonderful, connected human
was was was.
she is now only memory, and the world will miss her.
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