A girl I only met once.....

Good evening all

I think I'm quite fortunate in the fact that at the age of 27, I have not really been around death. Other than my nan in 2003, I have never known anyone that has died (other than a lad called Darren who I spoke about in a previous blog).....that was until last night when I was told that an old friend had died.

The party where I met Becky, she's the girl in the middleish
doing a very unusual pose.

Back in 2006 I was quite a party animal, most of which were hosted by arguably my closest friend, Charlie. One night that year I met a girl called Becky and we eventually became good friends on Myspace (remember that?) and Facebook, before drifting apart.

A few years have gone by since the last conversation me and Becky shared and when Charlie randomly bought her up in a conversation that was about something else entirely, it was a bit strange. She told me that Becky had been in an accident where she fell out of a tree that she was climbing when with some friends and as sad as I was to hear that news, at least she died doing something she loved, which is something that not a lot of people get to do.

The way her friends are celebrating her life is, at 10pm on Friday, everyone will release a balloon or lantern and film/photograph it to manage a proper memorial somewhere. I am working at 10 but will be releasing mine as soon as I finish. I won't claim to have known her well anymore, but she always struck me as a lovely girl.

RIP Becky.