Remembering Eve Erin Crowell
November 4, 1974 - February 24, 2005
"When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.”
~Sufi epigram
Name | Konrad Ribeiro |
Date | November 9, 2014, 11:50 pm |
Location | |
Message | Ah, Eve. I forgot our birthdays are only one day apart. Just so hard to imagine that you would have been 40. You were only, what, 26 when we met?
Things I think you'd like to know...
My daughter, Frankie, is so very special. You'd love her bashfulness, her girly girl spirit, her love of music and animals. There's a sweetness you'd recognize.
I'm still doing triathlons and will always be disappointed it wasn't something we got to share together.
I don't surf enough. You'd probably disapprove.
I'm doing fine at Google but probably not as well as you were doing in your work. You were a hard-charger in a way that I admired and, truth be told, feared.
But most of all, I think you'd love my partner, Jenn. Man, Eve, she's so recognizably 'you'. She looks like you (red hair and all), has a huge heart, leads with her emotions, and is passionate about everything she does. There's been more than once that the similarities between the two of you have given me pause. I've even shared your story with Jenn. I know the two of you would have been fast friends.
Wherever you are, please be well. You are missed. |