She had eyes flecked with blue, green and gold and in infallible smile. She had a gravitational pull that to this day I’ve never seen in anyone else. She was a human magnet whose personality and love for her friends were stronger than a kryptonite lock. She wasn’t all perfect though, she had a temper that could start a fire but the memory of her seems to cloud all the negative and any imperfections she may have had. You can only recount her life in the positive because for some reason your brain just can’t remember otherwise.
Her life began on May 26, 1959. She was a menace and a marvel to three brothers and three sisters. She was delightfully mischievous but those of us who remember her wouldn’t have wished for her be any other way. She loved good wine and conversation and was a hopeful, hopeless romantic. She was tough as nails and tone-deaf but always sang along anyway. She brought out the best in everyone she knew who in turn brought out the best in her. As cliché as it may sound, she truly empowered others to live their life as if each day was their last. She celebrated every birthday to the fullest and reveled in the fact that she was able to indulge in, and make it through, the year before.
“You never know how many birthdays you may have left to celebrate,” she would say.
She was a diva. A friend. A hero. An inspiration.
This woman with a million friends and an unimaginable taste for living can’t be described. Though we still try, stories may be recounted and experiences shared but none of them will ever paint her in the light that she so truly deserves. Her tales of escapades past are shared not just so she can continue to live on through us, the ones that knew and loved her, but so that those who weren’t blessed enough to have met her might also be filled with some of the light that she passed on to and that now glows brightly within each of us.
This firecracker of a woman who was adored by all was named Jane but not even her own parents called her that. Instead they used her middle name, Stacy, and on September 3, 1998 at 6:20pm that fire that burned so brilliantly within her faded away. Every year on September 3rd the memory of Stacy and the life she lived serves as a reminder of how precious life is. On this day, we hold those we love a little tighter, and just as Stacy would have wanted it, we celebrate the memory of her life even harder because we know she’s throwing one hell of a party wherever she may be.
So cheers to Stacy and her beautiful life! Thank you for challenging us to be the best version of ourselves and for sharing with us such a rare and unselfish love that most will never be lucky enough to experience in their lifetime. May today be filled with chilled champagne, sweet lemon drops, and a few truffles from Godiva!
With lots of love and X’s and O’s,
Your biggest fan,
Your daughter,
Natalie Rose
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