I’m not sure how to start this blog post. I’m not sure if there really is a right way. How can you write about someone so young that you have lost?
I guess I can start with saying how amazing Amy was.
She had the longest, prettiest eyelashes. I was always so jealous.
She had a quaint little place down Assiniboine where she loved to knit, cuddle, drink tea, and play with her adorable cat.
She loved lake 626. It was her favourite lake in the ELA. She was supposed to go work there this summer.
She was a tree hugger, a veggie lover, and an environment lover.
She loved her mom, sisters, boyfriend, and her friends. I remember swimming in her pool, teasing each other on band trips, lazy beach days, and crying in each other’s arms after breaks ups.
Then on Saturday afternoon while walking down Broadway, Amy was hit by a car.
After waiting with all of Amy’s friends and family on Sunday afternoon we received the news the she was officially brain dead. She had suffered from cardiac arrest for 32 minutes, cutting off circulation to her brain. Amy wasn’t there anymore.
The first thing I thought was – who is supposed to save the environment now?
Sometimes things don’t feel fair. Like losing a soccer game, or a bad grade. Losing Amy is beyond unfair. She was a 23-year-old girl ready to change the world.
I had known Amy for 11 years. Since grade seven we had been part of a group of eight inseparable friends. The eight of us had gone to grad together, cried on each other’s shoulders, and shared numerous embarrassing stories. Ever since we graduated high school we have constantly been on the move. Amy to New Zealand, April to Holland, Michelle G. to Vancouver, Kayla to Thailand – the list goes on. A running joke of ours was we could never get a picture of us all together.
If you knew Amy, or have been affected by her in some way, I encourage you to place flowers on Broadway and Donald Street.
We love you Amy. You were taken too soon.