My best friend

Rachael turned my life upside from the moment we met, we just clicked immediately. She is the only person to affect how I spoke, repeating her idioms, or has had any influence over how I think and approah things. She taught me to be tolerant of even those that had caused harm and Rachael herself was incapable of bearing a grudge towards anyone at all. She radiated kindness and beauty wherever she went. The world was more vibrant alive, the sun brighter, the grass greener, the chatter of people was like music hanging in the air. And it was like she knew everyone she met, no matter where we were, and it was just because of her love of people and learning new things, and sharing what she knew, that would have her “gas-bagging”, as she put it, non-stop.

For our first outing she had organized a night at Dracula’s, as she had been previously and had  a great night, so that’s where we had to go, and that night how much she enjoyed the evening was totally dependent on how funny I found the show. I thought it was hilarious…. “when I was a sperm I had a lot to learn”…She was so pleased I thought she would self-combust.

My darling girl was a seriously gifted person both artistically and academically, and there was not a hint of hubris, she just loved learning and creating. Her phenomenal command of the English language and her sensitivity to everything around her is evident in her poetry that appears on the website as well as the emotional trauma she suffered due to BPD, that was just heartbreaking.

Rachael loved to share what she knew and she could tell you how this or that artist mixed his paints and the brush strokes employed, and the perspective….Often we would sit for hours and she would recite stories of Greek mythology and their history with genuine excitement, they were some of the best times of my life, just sitting and listening to Rach.

Rachael taught me so much in such a short time, that only in her passing can I fully appreciate what is now missing.

She would crack me up all the time. “Meet me back here in 10 minutes” always ended up with me waiting an hour for her… no concept of time at all. She would eventually wander back  oblivious of how long she had taken, holding a huge ice cream I told her not to buy me, “because I am too fat”. She was hysterical.

Rachael was the most beautiful human being to have ever lived as far as I am  concerned, I cannot imagine another as beautiful as she…my life is that of Peter Pan without Tinkerbell………….the magic has gone with her, and the joy she brought into my life. She is my best friend until the day I draw my last breath…and her name will be the last words I utter,

 

This was a letter Rachael wrote professing her life long friendship as Keith had started manipulating his way between us This was a letter Rachael wrote professing her life long friendship as Keith had started manipulating his way between us
This was one of the last email exchanges when we first met that marked the beginning of our friendship, and the only document I offer as a pesonal reference
I did this playing around with windows paint, it was the cover to the I wrote for Rachael’s 40th birthday….”I just wanted you to know”
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Rachael’s poetry on my kitchen walls Rachael’s poetry on my kitchen walls
Rachael’s poetry on my kitchen wall
An adjacent wall in the kitchen
A memorial with Rachael’s stones and “The Birdcage” the last present I bought for her.
The puckered up fish caught Rachael’s fancy and was the last gift she bought for me