February 22, 2021
February 22, 2021
I wrote this for Sandra and just wanted you to see it.
Sandra Birchmore
I think of you constantly and still wonder what happened. You were a CHARACTER. The thickest layer of who you were was brimming with kindness, generosity, and selflessness. Sandra you were too irrationally giving sometimes: offering to watch over my children and assist them with their schoolwork without pay; even when I explained that I leave home at 7am. I would never had allowed anyone to do that for me. You would be the first person to contact me if I was upset, but you never cried on my shoulder, always dramatically explaining away your issues with strong, aggressive sarcasm. Sure you were pretty crazy, overly dramatic and inappropriately honest and open with just about anything, but you always made me laugh. You talked incessantly about the past and all that was unfair, unjust, and wrong, but could be sure to notice how you negatively contributed to those situations. The way that you could retell those stories and laugh at yourself was so amusing. Above all, you shared everything with those you cared about, time, feeling, comfort, and loyal friendship. I wish I had just one more meeting with you. It kills me to recall how I declined get togethers. Through your loss I realize we need to make it work, and find a way because we can never predict with certainty whether or not we will be waking up to another day. I will NEVER forget the seventh grade Sandra or the adult Sandra that you were developing into. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for making me feel special and loved. I’ll miss our random check ins. I love you my friend!
Sandra Birchmore
I think of you constantly and still wonder what happened. You were a CHARACTER. The thickest layer of who you were was brimming with kindness, generosity, and selflessness. Sandra you were too irrationally giving sometimes: offering to watch over my children and assist them with their schoolwork without pay; even when I explained that I leave home at 7am. I would never had allowed anyone to do that for me. You would be the first person to contact me if I was upset, but you never cried on my shoulder, always dramatically explaining away your issues with strong, aggressive sarcasm. Sure you were pretty crazy, overly dramatic and inappropriately honest and open with just about anything, but you always made me laugh. You talked incessantly about the past and all that was unfair, unjust, and wrong, but could be sure to notice how you negatively contributed to those situations. The way that you could retell those stories and laugh at yourself was so amusing. Above all, you shared everything with those you cared about, time, feeling, comfort, and loyal friendship. I wish I had just one more meeting with you. It kills me to recall how I declined get togethers. Through your loss I realize we need to make it work, and find a way because we can never predict with certainty whether or not we will be waking up to another day. I will NEVER forget the seventh grade Sandra or the adult Sandra that you were developing into. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for making me feel special and loved. I’ll miss our random check ins. I love you my friend!