Faye McKay: October 18, 1980 - June 19, 2003

...and all I could say, when it came time to sum it all up in her journal, was: I got the chance to send her a CBGB T-shirt once. Such a small, overwhelming thing.

Faye- I wish there were words, other than: good night, evening_rush. Your courage and tenacity will always be with me; I'm still awestruck that we actually got to speak on the phone, even once. On a purely selfish level, I can't believe I didn't send you that picture sooner... you know the one I mean. On a broader field of view: meeting you- in the angelfaye journal, and then in this one- brightened my life beyond all rational measure. Knowing you- and through you, Sparks, Greta, and so many others- meant more to me than I can say. You fought the good fight, more than I can say here; knowing you meant more than I can put into words. Rest in peace, sweet warrior- you will always be in my thoughts. *taps chest* I'm crying as I write this- partly from the pain of loss, and partly from gratitude that I got to know you at all.

-love always,
Coyote

*takes off Stetson, and holds over heart*

*silent grief*