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 | Emma Jacobson-Sive |
Date | September 1, 2009, 3:42 pm |
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Message | For a long time what happened on February 24, 2005 colored most of my thoughts and memories of Eve; it was hard to think about her without feeling an incredible sadness and sense of loss and at times, anger. Over time I have been able to remember the hysterically funny and fun, joy-filled years I had knowing and being close to Eve: getting the giggles with her when we brought our mothers to the Laugh Factory and when we got our make-up done by a neighborhood woman at her Dad and Mary's house and when the cab drivers in Bali asked if we were twins and when she cursed loudly in the very full gym during our weight lifting (?) class in college. I remember her incredible energy and humor--her singing songs incorrectly, her wanting not one masseur, but two masseurs on the beach in Bali, her fiercely strong opinions that could turn on a dime if she heard a reasonable argument, her hiking effortlessly in flip flops while everyone else was dying, how she would get “pumped” after yoga. I also remember her sensitivity: how she would cry with me every time I cried, how she got nervous flying on airplanes, her openness about her bouts of sadness and confusion. Her loyalty was so important to me; she was somehow able to transmit to me feelings of support, admiration and knowingness, feelings that she was not able to uncover or receive and protect for herself. She made my life so much richer and more vibrant with her passion and bravery and uniqueness. |