*Below are my comments from Sundays memorial. Thank you to everyone who has shared their memories of Queenie thus far.* Thoughts About Queenie A few days ago, I said goodnight to my best friend for the last time and didn’t know it. The last word she said to me? “Yay!” And it’s funny, because in so many ways, it sums up the way Queenie lived her life -- full of energy and spirit. She saw life as a series of adventures, just waiting to be taken. She found joy in things big and small. And she took time to celebrate any and all of the amazing things she saw around her. I had the very good fortune of knowing Queenie for twelve years. Many of us here today consider her a best friend. Its easy to see why. She was there for you in all of the moments you’d want a best friend: running alongside you during a half marathon, talking for hours at a favorite restaurant, picking out an outfit for a big date, laughing beside you during a ridiculous movie, telling you exactly what looked good on you in the dressing room, mailing you a greeting card just because, laying next to you by the pool, going on a hunt for food at 1am after a big night out, flying out to be part of a major event in your life, indulging your desire to drive miles for good frozen yogurt, shopping for a perfect pair of boots, planning you a surprise birthday party, and genuinely cheering you on when you finally accomplished a big goal. Queenie was also there for her friends in the worst of times. She’d give you the biggest hug when a boy broke your heart (and also let you know that he was a complete idiot) or she’d rally you with the perfect pep talk when things at work didn’t go as expected. She somehow had an uncanny ability to compassionately listen and acknowledge your feelings but then give you the sensible, swift kick you needed if you got too down on yourself. But for me, few things truly epitomize the depth of Queenie’s immense character more than when she was by my side when my mom passed away. She never for a moment flinched or said it was too much. She knew what I needed before I could even know, immediately making plans to fly down when my mom’s illness took a turn for the worse. She fielded questions from friends and acquaintances who didn’t know how to help my dad and me. But more than that, Queenie sat next to me in the hospital room, holding my hand as I said my final goodbye. She slept next to me that evening so I wouldn’t feel alone. It takes a truly special person to be able to stay strong through all of it. Queenie was my rock and for that I will be forever grateful. Thank you for teaching me what it truly means to be a friend. Queenie, wherever you are now, I hope you are happy and feel loved. I hope your days are filled with your favorite things: Georgetown cupcakes, Kate Spade sales, key lime pie, Taylor Swift songs on repeat, high quality pizza, sunshine perfect for tanning, pandas, sparkly nail polish, delicious ice cream, Eagles victories, brightly colored scarves, a phone with a great front-facing camera, photo booths with awesome props, and none of the depressing indie movies I dragged you to. I also hope my Mom has found you and given you a big hug. Do me a favor and take a selfie with her - we all know no one does those better than you. Make sure you keep taking pictures - Im going to want to hear about all of your adventures the next time I see you. To BK, Anita, Chris, and the rest of Queenie’s wonderful family: Please know that you raised a truly spectacular human being. Every single person in this room is better for having known Queenie, even if for only a short time. So, thank you, for all you did to bring her into our lives. And to Ben -- a number of us here right now saw Queenie through her fair share of heartbreak. But each of us would easily agree that we had never seen Queenie happier than she was in the time she spent with you. Im so glad that Queenie in her lifetime was able to find the kind of love and joy she had with you. Thank you for giving that to her. Queenie, in light of everything, I’m just going to concede. I will finally let you be Cristina and I’ll be Meredith. I know what you’re thinking, “God, it’s about time. Hailey - I am the Asian one in this friendship.” And you’re right. Plus, you were always more put together than me anyway. But no matter what, please know you will always be my person. And for that, I consider myself exceptionally lucky. I love you.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 07:06:28 +0000
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