My story to and about Becca - read out loud by Maya on the Memorial service Ocy. 25th 2008 ~

[vazquaz]

As I drive away in my car and the Six Feet Under soundtrack starts to play, I smirk.

My eyes tear too and I almost begin to cry.
Reality is so cool and smooth right now.

But as I reach the main street right around the corner ... she's there with me. Next to me. Wiggling her tushie to the music on the system, telling me where to drive, how to go

Comments

[abstrak_tokatl]

She read it beautifully.

-abstrak

[will_2001]

She was a totally different person when she was driving. She'd curse at the other drivers like crazy and once or twice when I was with her she'd flip someone off. I'd be worried someone would shoot me if I did that but she didn't give a fuck. She was brave or crazy, maybe a little of both. I'm going to miss that shit.