This is a sad post. A friend has died. I wish I could make this untrue. I wish I could soothe the pain it has caused. But I can’t. All I have is meagre words; I will use them the best I can. Let’s not make this a gloomy post, let us say to the world “she was a good ‘un” and “she will be missed”. And she was. And she will be.
And let me say the words I should have said to her.
Bonnie was challenged by this world in a way few are. In spite and despite these battles, she carved an indelible etching of creativity and joy as she travelled through life. She was brave and talented and dynamic and funny and strong and fierce and kind. She was my friend. She was ambitious; the only way was big and beautiful and crazy. She was scarily modest. She was both charming and disarming, which is a lucky rhyme. She was soft-hearted and hard as a smooth round pebble that gives you comfort when you reach for it in your pocket. She was passionate and funny, did I say funny already? She was doubly funny. She was inventive and practical and artistic and worked stuff out. She was lovely, pure and simple. She was many things I wish I could be and know I never can be.
Bonnie was undoubtedly a good ‘un and to say she will be missed just scratches the surface of truth. And she loved Wagon Wheels. There is nothing more to say.