You never think
you’re going to cry
until you do.
You never realise
you’ve forgotten the kleenex
before it’s too late.
I wear my tears like a badge of honour;
a testament. That
no matter how temporary we had been
she had meant something to me,
and always would.
Those of us gathered there
made a colour spectrum she
would have approved of.
One thing they never tell you
is that the walk to the graveside
doesn’t feel as long as the one back.
Something about finality.
Her coffin was painted.
Multicoloured, as we were dressed,
as she was in her life;
she was colourful.
Her daughter has inherited it from her.
And we stood and we wept for a fire
too soon put out.
Too soon after it had learned
how to catch -
and it was catching.
And then we celebrated the light
and the warmth she gave us;
her unwavering honesty and her passion.
Every rainbow I see I will know
has been dusted by her spray paints,
every gust of wind will have
her breath in it,
every one of us who knew her
has a piece of her within us.
It is up to us to use it.
It is up to us to be the voice she was.
It is up to us to see to it that she,
legend and legendary,
does not become myth or fantasy.
She was a reality.
She had a diamond for a smile,
and how it gleamed!
She was a truth I was glad to know.
Hers is a voice I will never forget.
And when my children ask me
what colour red onions are,
I’ll tell them that they
“And it’s a human need to be told stories. The more we’re governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, why we are, where we come from, and what might be possible.”
Goodbye and thank you Alan Rickman (21.02.46 - 14.01.16)
“I used to have seizures when I was young. My mother and father didn’t know what to do or how to handle it, but they did the best they could with what little they had. My mother told me one day I walked into her and said, ‘Mom, I’m not going to be sick anymore,’ and she said ‘Why?’ and I said, ‘Because an angel told me so.’ Now, I don’t remember saying it, that’s just what she told me.“
This happened inside the venue while she was signing autographs backstage.
The man had not one but TWO firearms. If the security were checking bags and checking people, those guns would have been found immediately, that man would have been arrested, and that beautiful fucking girl’s heart would still be beating. Don’t ignore that the security did not do what they were supposed to do. Do not let this go.
A beautiful, gifted, selfless, amazing woman was murdered last night. And it could have been avoided completely. The security failed her. And now she’s gone.