It was only in the last five or six years that I got to know you as you, the electric talented laughing dancing celebrating always-late Debra, the flame to which so many moths were drawn. Not because I didn't trust you two together, because I did, but because you seemed to have so much fun and I wanted to join in. Then I knew you as one of his best friends, who he would travel with every year for fun, and I confess I was jealous of that for a while. I knew you first as one of those two beautiful blonde girls always coming into the Red Herring with Bart for photo shoots. I didn't know you very well, not like most of the people on this blog. I wish you were here to feel it, to be warmed by it. But it's looking up - there's a new sense of optimism around here, and across the country as well, because of Obama, and I think you would have loved that. A long, strange, horrible, sad, hard year, not just for me but for so many people I know. Thank you Debbie for the positive impact you still have on our lives. I hope he can teach my boys to waterski one day when I bring them to North Carolina and Lake Lure. I introduced her to Chianti wine from Italy. We also laughed and giggled at good memories and knew that you would be thrilled by us being together again. Judith and I always cried together, still do. We talked about you many many many times.We played “Hey Jude” very loud in the hotel room and Judith demonstrated to me how you used to sing that song to her every time you spotted her in high school. We just spent three days in New York together. Judith and I have re-established our friendship.I have one of your framed and signed pictures from the mountains of North Carolina facing me when I wake up in the morning.In the beginning it was sad, now it gives warmth and brings back memories. I wear it in my workspace at home when I work late evenings.
#Debra song buddy holly how to#
That video was amazing, it made me feel like I just got taught a lesson on how to live and especially how to smile. I could feel how powerful her spirit was thru the words that were written and the photographs that were posted. It wasn't just because she was beautiful, she had a certain spirit that glowed beneath the surface of her skin.įinding this tribute and watching the video was moving, emotional and very special. Not that it matters, it really takes one time to remember her. I only talked to her twice, maybe three times.