The first real rocker chick I ever knew, though her taste for the Grateful Dead and Bowie didn't match my own when we were kids.
We had Friday night poker games, she had more addictions than I could list and a terminal case of lymphoma which she somehow managed to beat that left her feeling invincible.
But she wasn't. Now she's gone. A unique, alive, large spirit always game for anything. Over.
She'll be missed.
Are we at that point where our friends are starting to die? Liz was a mess, but she was a big-hearted, sweet mess. Too soon.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's what I thought too, especially since hers is the second memorial post this year.
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