Times like this I wish I was a more eloquent writer.
One of Bobby's old coworkers, an adorable and outgoing petite girl I had met on a few occasions, was murdered on the morning of New Year's Day. Although I barely knew her, I liked this girl. She was warm, fun, and cute. I was enamored by her energy. An Old 97's lyric describes her well, "You made a big impression for a girl your size."
It is a tragedy and I can't imagine what her sister, her parents, her close friends, and the kids she worked with must be going through.
It's quite amazing what an impact a practical stranger can make on you. Since learning of the news there continues to be a little voice in my head telling me to live how I'd want to be remembered.
1 comment:
wow, I don't even know what to say. that is so tragic. I'm so sorry.
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