About Me

Friday, 20 February 2009

Hard stuff

Last week my friend, Sarah Richards, died. She was 46 years old. A creative individual, always busy with this group or that: Bookcrossing, knitting group, vegan group, our book group. Sarah started up our book group and I can't imagine it without her. I don't quite know why she died, possibly from the effects of chemotherapy, possibly her body just gave up. Her best friend emailed me (and others) to let us know she'd stopped breathing and, despite the medics efforts, didn't respond to resuscitation.

Just before Christmas she'd seemed fighting fit and looked resplendent in her glossy red wig as she sat at the table. We'd met to discuss her book choice: "Wise Children" by Angela Carter, a feisty, feminist fairy story. She didn't live to be as old as the Lucky Chances but she embodied their 'in your face, mate" spirit. I'm glad she had her choice of book before she died. I shall miss her loads.


theMuddledMarketPlace said...

i hope when i die
that someone writes stuff like that about me

Joan Barleycorn said...

Thank-you. It's very hard when someone dies well before their four score years and ten.

A couple of weeks ago, Sarah's obit appeared in the 'other lives' section of the Guardian.