Remembering Rachel

She was curious about Nebraska winters.

I was curious about Australian food.

She held Komen’s feet to the fire with her laser intelligence and professional accounting skills. Her brilliant “Komen by the Numbers” post, now two years old and the first in a series, is still being shared and will be for a long time.

I gave Komen the benefit of the doubt for far too long. Rachel did more than anyone to open my eyes to Komen as a brand.

She invited me to be her friend on Facebook. I don’t do friends on FB. But such is Rachel’s power that I couldn’t say no. When I told her that in a message, she wrote “Hahahaha. . I’m so honored to have made the cut Jacks!” (Jacks was her nickname for me. She told me Aussies are big on nicknames. I never got over being thrilled when she called me that.)

Her personal Facebook page is down now but I can’t bring myself to unfriend her, just as we can’t bring ourselves to remove @ccchronicles from our group #FFs and sherpa hugs on Twitter. We’re not ready.

I worried when her tweets slowed down and was thrilled when she was able to join the #bcsm tweetchats in spite of massive fatigue and loss of her writing/typing hand. She would sign off, “Good night, John Boy.”

I thought of her when the engineering firm I work for hired a new Australian operations director, and I posted a picture of the Australian flag on our company Facebook page.

I will think of her wickedly funny tweets whenever I’m in my oncologist’s waiting room. I tweeted in her honor on my Wednesday visit, fighting the urge to laugh at the valentines parked on the IV stands and the urge to cry because I can’t believe she is really gone.

I will think of her whenever I listen to Angus and Julia Stone. They’re an Aussie brother and sister duo who make great acoustic music. I never got a chance to ask her if she liked their music.

I wish I had seen her post about the vintage red Karmann Gia. I would have told her about the red Camaro Z28 I owned for awhile in my early 40s. I hope she’s zipping around Heaven in that red car right now.

I will think of her whenever I make the pesto recipe she shared.

I will think of her whenever I see something ridiculous and pink.

Her family and friends are celebrating her life today in New Jersey–28 years to the day after we laid my father-in-law to rest.

Rachel was larger than life. And now she’s larger than death.

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13 thoughts on “Remembering Rachel

  1. Jackie,

    What a beautiful tribute. Rachel is deeply missed, and I find myself fortunate to have crossed paths with her. Her voice will always be here. I also cannot bear to unfriend her and to not have her blog on my blogroll. It will stay there.

  2. Oh Jackie, I am so sorry. What a beautiful post.

    How ironic, Rachel being honored today in New Jersey, such sadness for those who miss her. And here I am in New Jersey, just home from a joyous day celebrating my daughter’s marriage. But because of MS I can no longer walk and so missed dancing at her wedding.

    Life is so hard and so wonderful at the same time.

    Many prayers being sent up tonight, for solace for you and all who mourn Rachel, for much happiness for my daughter and new son-in-law, for comfort for those of us who love to dance and can no longer do so

    • Thank you, Stacey. Timely hugs since our shiny new furnace was set incorrectly and we woke up to a balmy 58 degrees inside! (2 degrees outside.) I’m not sure you realize that you are no slouch in the writing department. I keep thinking of when you said if you could dim the lights on your blog for Rachel, you would. I’m so happy you got to go to her service.

  3. Jackie,
    I wish I’d known Rach better. My blasted computer keeps me from leaving comments on some blogs and hers was one of those although I faithfully read her posts.

    Would love to have joined you both, with my red Porsche 1956 Speedster I had in my 20s, and roared up and down the countryside together.

    XOXOXO,
    Brenda

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