I didn't know her well but she was part of a couple of online communities that i am part of and my impression of her was of a woman driven to create, in love with colour and creativity, reaching into her bigger life with gentle kindness. She was soft, nourished by nature, full of joy at what she was creating in her life and in the world. She was present to herself, to her desires, to the things which she wanted to bring into the world.
I wasn't her great friend. Her passing has grazed the side of my world. I send love to those whose hearts are broken at her passing and to her, who i am sure, is as surprised at the sudden shift as the rest of us are. I liked her and i am not going to make this more than it is but i acknowledge the sadness at her parting. Her passing from this world and into the unknown reminds me that i am one that has "a date of no longer" attached to me. I have reached out to some of those who have huge holes in their hearts at her death. And i tend to myself too.
One thing that has been a gift, which also reaches me back to Vicki's passing, is that when the one who has passed has lived their life with no regrets, lived in a way that reaches out into the areas that their hearts call them to, then we who are left behind are able to soften our grief in that joyful knowledge. Knowing that there is nothing bitter left in the wake of the person who has left their body is a comfort.
I want to be one who lives like that.