THE FRIENDS WE MEET
I worked with Becky at New Barry Publishing (publisher of PremierChicago and CITY magazines, which are no longer in publication) in 1994. At that time, I was a recent graduate in English from U of I, she was attending Northwestern then if I am recalling correctly. I was just a couple of years older than she was. I enjoyed working with her and being friends with her. She was articulate, witty, very intelligent, open and kind, not to mention always stylish :). It is so true that she lit up a room with her beautiful eyes, smile and grace. I was always so impressed with her vocabulary too (as a fellow English major!) I feel like we had a special bond and many times her wisdom and humility made me feel better about just about anything that was concerning me. I was so happy for her when she moved to New York to pursue her dreams and she was kind enough to invite me out for a visit, which was fun, and my first time in New York.
I just wanted to say I am sorry, what a great loss, I too have one son and one daughter and I cannot imagine losing either one of them. I admire the way you have carried forth her dreams. My mother was diagnosed with depression and bipolar disorder at the age of 63 after she had a mental breakdown. This happened when my son was entering kindergarten and my daughter was not even 1. We always knew she struggled, but never knew what to do to make it better.
Take care and again I am so sorry for your loss. “Bex” (loved the license plate on her little black Infiniti :)) will always be special to me and so many of us.