the bella, Val | RIP

Sometimes grief, and sadness, will hit you like a ton of bricks.
Today’s lesson is that it will come out nowhere.

Social Media can be amazing. It allows you to keep up with people you normally wouldn’t hear from.
I never though today that what I would learn would break my heart.
It was discovered, by wall posts, that my good friend Val was in a car accident and passed away 2 days ago.

I”m shocked. Stunned. In disbelief.
This woman was so full of life and love, it’s hard to believe that I’ll never see her again.

Before I get into the amazing-ness that was this human being,
here’s a photo of the two of us.

I wish I could put into words how she lit up a room.
She was my hair stylist in Washington, and so much more.
The minute she gave you a hug, you felt like the most important person alive.
Not to be vain or physical, but she was one of the most beautiful people that I have met.
I was often so jealous of the effortless way she put herself together.

There’s disbelief because she wanted so much in life, and I’ll never get to see her do much of it.
The last conversation we had was before she’d gone to Europe.
She was getting all excited and chatting away about how she couldn’t just cut hair anymore,
she wanted to make a difference and better the world.
So she was going back to school, went on her Europe trip, and like a fairytale, fell in love.
Before I knew it, she’d gotten married. This was a crazy because here was a girl that had spoken
about how men had hurt her, she never thought she’d find “The One”, and he found her!

Speaking of, she was one of the first people that I spoke to about my husband.
She was one of the first people that I told that I was pretty sure he was the one I was going to marry.
When the two finally met, she treated him like he had already been her friend forever.
She told me that she was so sublimely happy for me, and I knew she really was, and that he was a keeper.

I remember the tradition of taking her a gift of chocolate every time you got your hair done.
I will always remember how red lipstick was pretty much made for her.
Most of all, I can hear her voice, as she hugs me goodbye and gives me a kiss on both cheeks, “I love you bella.”
Even when you knew she was so special, she still strove to make you feel like the most important person.

No, Val, you are the BELLA.
One day we will see each other on the other side, and I can’t wait for another hug.

Meg

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  • Terry-Jo LewisMarch 23, 2012 - 1:11 am

    Meg – You are so eloquent. This is exactly what I wanted to say but couldn’t find the words.

    And how appropriate that the last bottle of wine Val and I shared was called “Bella”

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  • SandraMarch 23, 2012 - 4:57 pm

    Funny how people from opposite sides of the country can be afffected by the same thing…and in my case by someone I never even met. Val was my daughter’s hairstylit, and I think she pretty much felt the same way you did about Val. I am so sorry for the loss of your friend, and sorry that the world has lost such a bright and lovely spirit. We need all of those that we can get!ReplyCancel

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