In memoriam
panfrieda, freakneedle, and winterhours (aka vapourtrail)
[taken in October 2005 at a Death Cab for Cutie concert at Club Revolution, downtown Fort Lauderdale].
I often told Angie (winterhours aka vapourtrail above) that she was my guardian angel. She rescued me from my first dead-end position in I.T. (working for a dot com that was about to collapse) and helped me get a job with the company she was with at the time. She saved sapphiepoo and I at Coachella a few years back when she graciously offered us rides to and from the festival, effectively freeing us from the douchebag-of-a-host that was holding us hostage.
There were countless other times that Angie selflessly offered help, never asking for anything in return. She was the kind of person who would host elaborate dinner parties with the most succulent, exotic foods and then send each guest home with a huge doggie bag of her delicious artistry. And if you ever wanted decidedly appropriate, refreshingly blunt advice on any subject, she would offer it in a New York Minute.
Angie was hampered in the last few years with lingering chronic pain from an accident she was in, but she continued to persevere in her personal and professional life. We had not been in contact as much since she moved back to Boston with her son krztov. I did manage to meet her fiance vinyljukebox during one of her notorious dinner parties while she was still down here. And through her, I met fellow LJ friends panfrieda and zahzeh.
And now, all of us are having to deal with her loss. Angie passed away suddenly Monday morning in the emergency room where she was sent after complaining she couldn't breathe. Apparently, she had a seizure during treatment leading to a blood clot in her heart which proved fatal. We're left trying to decipher the injustice of her passing while consoling each other via our memories of her. The world would definitely be a better place with people that matched her selflessness and generosity.
Goodnight, my guardian angel.