I met Paula my first quarter at UC Irvine. Many late nights in the computer lab, she would voluntarily help debug my code. Afterward, she often drove a carless me back to my dorm. We didn't run across each other very often after our first year, but when we did, she always saw me before I saw her, probably because she was usually in the middle of a group and I was usually by myself. She didn't just say hi, she would invariably ask some pointed question that let me know she remembered details from conversations months or years earlier.
After we graduated, I knew she went to work for one of the computer companies nearby, but lost track of her after that. Over the years, I even forgot the spelling of her last name. Oddly, one day last April, she popped into my head like we had just spoken the day before. I looked her up online (spelling Ahtye correctly even), saw she ended up in Phuket, reflected on my fond memories of her and left it at that. Perhaps some part of her spirit had already slipped out of her body and reached back to touch an old friend. Today, I had the same feeling and looked her up again, only to see the sad news of her passing last June.
Looking at the pictures and reading the tributes, it's heartwarming to know that if she had to go so soon, she at least lived a full and fulfilling life while she was here. The special way she made me feel so long ago was shared on an even greater scale by so many others. Thanks for remembering me after all these years, Paula.