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wrote on January 26, 2025
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8:10 pm
I met Eli at BCWC. I instantly had a major crush. She was so...alive! Friendly, curious, hilarious, engaged, fun, smart and so freaken beautiful.
When I visited her, on my own, a month or so ago I asked her to share a mutual passion; fabric and sewing. So we went through her fabric box, feeling and admiring. Then she walked me through her closet of creations. So casually talented. Such fun designs and ideas. I felt so honored to have her share this part of herself.
When I got home and was looking for something warm I found a knitted cap that I completely forgot about, that she knit for me. I don't knit but had a few skeins of cashmere and vaguely mentioned to her (this was years ago when she was over for a visit) that I had it and was dreaming of a cap. Well a few weeks later I had one. That was her....just did it cause she could. Now I hold it to my heart, feel it's warm and think of her; her generous heart, her radiant smile, her embrace, her wit, her "yes". This world is less without the her that was her, here but I know that she is everywhere and this gives me the comfort that I need to live as she would want me to live with all the lessons and love she gave me and everyone she encountered in her life.
I will grieve the loss of her but I commit to celebrating her radiant, delicious life.
Who is remembered, lives.
When I visited her, on my own, a month or so ago I asked her to share a mutual passion; fabric and sewing. So we went through her fabric box, feeling and admiring. Then she walked me through her closet of creations. So casually talented. Such fun designs and ideas. I felt so honored to have her share this part of herself.
When I got home and was looking for something warm I found a knitted cap that I completely forgot about, that she knit for me. I don't knit but had a few skeins of cashmere and vaguely mentioned to her (this was years ago when she was over for a visit) that I had it and was dreaming of a cap. Well a few weeks later I had one. That was her....just did it cause she could. Now I hold it to my heart, feel it's warm and think of her; her generous heart, her radiant smile, her embrace, her wit, her "yes". This world is less without the her that was her, here but I know that she is everywhere and this gives me the comfort that I need to live as she would want me to live with all the lessons and love she gave me and everyone she encountered in her life.
I will grieve the loss of her but I commit to celebrating her radiant, delicious life.
Who is remembered, lives.