LINDA MARIE REYNEN
1966 – 2013
Last week, I watched them wheel you out of your house on a stretcher. Before they took you away, they unzipped the body bag for me so I could see your face one last time. It wasn’t you anymore, but I still wanted to pass a kiss from my fingertips to your forehead anyway.
It still doesn’t seem real. It’s a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I can’t count how many times over the last eight days I’ve wanted to text you, wanted to tell you about something, anything, everything. Because I always shared anything and everything about my life with you.
Now, all that is left is the memories and artifacts. The Barbie Dream House Christmas ornament you bought me one year for my birthday. Another year, you made a print for me of two cholas smoking cigarettes, with the words AMIGAS POR VIDA written in a beautiful script above them. Now, I have your long, faux fur leopard print coat and some of your beautiful dresses. Your vintage Vegas charm bracelet. A sculpture of a crow-woman you made. Nail polish and hair dye of colors of pink, purple, and blue.
Most important of all, of course, are the memories of you. I will always have the love and the laughter you brought into my life. I have thousands of pages of emails, text messages, Toonlet creations and LiveJournal blog posts to remember you by. I will treasure them until the day we meet again.
Do you even realize how much of an impact you had on my life? I’m a better, stronger person because of your friendship and your love. How can I ever repay you now that you’re gone?
There’s so much more I want to say, but the tears in my eyes and pain in my chest are getting in the way of the keyboard. I will write more, much more later, because death is not the end. Because we are friends for life and beyond. Because you are my beautiful Cuervolinda and you will never be forgotten.
As always, I love you like a chocolate cake,