There are almost no words to describe it, so I’m gonna borrow some from conversations I’ve had with others in the hours since we found out that Rebecca was no longer with us:
But for some reason – and granted I haven’t spoken to her since graduation – this hits pretty hard
She was so full of life and brilliant. I am in such shock
Hard to forget the curls
That all sounds right to me.
She was the most brilliant light in a room, from the minute she walked in. We all remember the days sitting in the cafeteria at Brooklyn College, and she’s as much a part of that picture as any of us.
Outgoing. Bubbly. Full of life and giving it to those around her.
And it hits all of us slightly differently, but the reason I think it: She is a lot of us.
Energetic, outgoing, and holding a lot inside.
There will be plenty of conversations on this in the upcoming days, but it needs to be said: The stigma is what keeps any of us from saying anything.
We want to go out every day like everything is peachy, and not face the reality. It’s just so much easier like that.
But so many of us suffer. So many of us just can’t admit (whether to ourselves or to those around us) that depression, loneliness, whatever you want to call it, is eating away at us.
Making us miserable on the inside, regardless how we appear on the outside.
And I don’t know what the real solution is, but I’m gonna try my hardest to figure it out.
Rest in Peace Rebecca. Your bright light will continue to shine and help the rest of us through tough times.
Aviously 