(I wrote this at the end of July)
There have been so many words, so much grief, and so much love expressed in your memory these last days. Everyone wants to share their story. How you touched their life. How you were wonderful. I have not been immune to this.
The grief is strong. I suspect I am not alone in being the only one for whom you are the first close friend – a peer – to die.
You were one of the most genuine, forthright, honest people I have known. You were one of the most accepting people I have known, but also you had a very strong sense of justice, and would not tolerate that which was wrong.
I wrote in a comment that you affected people, and I think that defines well your interactions with the world. You knew people, and people knew you. You were affected by people because of your great empathy, but you affected people because of simply who you were.
There is an Elizabeth shaped hole in so many hearts, and my head-Lizbeth appreciates the love from us all, but also tells us to stop being so daft and get on with our lives.
And we will. I promise. We will.
But maybe not just yet.
There are a few more tears to shed, memories to share, and hearts that are still raw
Time heals wounds – because as time passes, events in history appear smaller. Right now the grief at your loss looms large on our collective horizon of history, and in time it will become part of the tableau of life. But memories of you will remain strong, of that I am sure. You wont be forgotten. Your affect on people wont be forgotten. Memories of you will join with other events over the years, but you will remain bright.
The world is a better place that you were in it, and a sadder place now you are gone.
- Elizabeth’s blog – sky between branches
- Elizabeth’s short-run webcomic – _underscore_