I only met her once
for five minutes
but even in that short amount of time
I could tell that she was special.
So genuine and real,
. . . about humanity,
you could tell that immediately.
The whole thing is very sad.
She is dead.
Murdered in New Orleans,
a city I will always love.
A city in despair
that may not be fixable
especially when we send more soldiers to Iraq
and quibble over minimum wage.
She was the epitomy of a creative spirit
who also cared about people and the world.
Only five minutes and yet
I feel this weight that I have been dragging
around with me.
Live your life,
Stare this shit in the face and believe.
Believe in you,
your ability to create
a beautiful world for yourself and others.
There is no time to waste.
More info? Check out:
Beloved animator Helen Hill murdered in New Orleans
Taken by the Tide
Light Reading: For Helen Hill