Last week one of my best friends, Emily Brown, passed away leaving such a gaping hole in so many people’s lives, including my own.The only reason any of my written work exists is because of the encouragement of friends, and Emily was one of the biggest encouragers I had. She was such a special person in my life who always believed in me, but tragically not always in herself.
Emily was such an inspiration to me. Though every word I’ve written since we met is my own, her influence weaves through every consonant and every vowel, crossing every t and dotting every i. She used to think my ranting and complaining was hilarious to the point where I should write things down. This is how my blog began; 131 posts later and here we are.
The silly little illustrations attached to the majority of my articles are inspired directly by her also. We used to draw silly little cartoons together quite a lot, making up dumb characters or little comic strips. Before I left for the UK she gave me a massive hand-drawn picture filled with all her little drawings of the pair of us as rabbits. It is one of my most prized possessions along with everything else she made me.
