posted by Gidge Uriza
My friend Lyly Straaf died.
She died in RL, so it’s permanent, and not some SL moment that can be corrected.
I can’t share with you about the little hands that will miss her, or the man that grieves. Or about what happened or how very sudden and tragic it is. These are not mine to tell, and I won’t break the rules of the grid and pour out the words that would make her flesh instead of pixel.
But I can share with you that she was funny. And we often had such a silly time in the past, filling up prims decorating a place to Vic’s chagrin. Griefing him with funny objects when he went AFK for too long. Laughing about our frustrations and spending time sometimes just talking about nothing.
We didn’t always get along. We’re girls after all, and cats will fight.
Our fights were often silent. Disagreement, frustration with the other would cause us to retreat to neutral corners, only to come out again when we’d forgotten why we weren’t speaking.
I knew her a long time, in SL terms.
I knew her long enough that when she unfriended me a couple of months ago, after a fight with Vic (I was apparently being unfriended because if there was a wedding I’d be sitting on VIc’s side of the church and not hers) – that when she unfriended me I said “Fuck that bitch, I could GIVE a fuck about being her friend.”
Of course, I didn’t mean it. I thought we’d come out of our neutral corners…….maybe at the holidays again like the picture at the top. I had been thinking, over the past few days, about last Christmas at Lampir, and how much fun we had decorating and planning together. Because when we got along, we got along famously. I thought we had time. I thought I had time.
She will be missed by the people who frequent Vicious Island who know her as a fun hostess and warm friend. She will be missed by Vic who loved in both lives.
And she will be missed by me.
I always did give a fuck about being her friend. I was just too stupid to let her know.
No fashion, no fancy photos. If you would like to see the sort of parties we used to throw at Vicious, the blog can be found Here. If you loved Lyly, as so many people did, you are likely to find many happy memories in the pictures there.
If you see Vicente Bolero, say something nice. He’s lost his love.