So I can’t be at my homegirl Cindy’s funeral today in NY but I wrote this to be read on my behalf at her service.
Cindy - from the day I met you, you always had a beautiful way of going about life. It was beyond golden. Your vibe was immense and I admired you in so many ways that I’ll never get to tell you.
I knew you were on some other higher harmony. Your energy was truly something else. It was as though you had it all figured out because you just radiated everything that made us feel better.
I know it’s hard not to sound cliche or cheesy telling you this but if you were a song, you’d never leave the playlist. Existence is temporary and music is eternal; it’s something that inherently connects us all and you Cindy are clearly a song that will never leave our hearts.
The laundry list of experiences we shared together is vast and I cherish each and every single one. Even if it was as simple as you complaining about how dusty the Big Pink was (because it was) or us critically debating our takes on indie films that we either loved or hated.
Words really cannot express how much I will miss you, Cindy. I’ll never forget the fruit of your being because I know you’ll still be here with us when the music plays.
Your words are simple and golden. You were too good to be true in ways the Universe has yet to explain. Your confidence was immense and I admired you in ways I’ll never get to tell you.
The first day I met you, I knew you were on some other level. Your energy was something else. We had some deep conversations and I still have yet to process the level of insight I was fortunate enough to receive.
I won’t forget the random nights of us sitting on the couch sharing food watching Netflix and talking about random shit, the many 40s we drank in the wee hours on the stoop or you complaining about how dusty our house was. The laundry list of experiences we shared together is something I’ll truly cherish.
When I was with you last, we drank club mate at Bossa Nova Civic Club and you told me about how amazing Berlin was. You asked me to dance with you but I was very tired and wanted to head back to my friend’s apartment. It hurts knowing that it would be the last time I’d ever see you again. As much I was fortunate enough to say goodbye to you, I feel like it was lackluster because I took for granted that I’d see you again in a few weeks, which is now obsolete.
Words cannot describe how much I will miss you, Cindy. I know you won’t be with me anymore physically but I know you’ll be there dancing next to me spiritually with the most beautiful smile on your face.