My Smalls. Having a friend with the same name was cool but also felt weird sometimes. When we were together and introduced ourselves to people we would get weird looks and would have to clarify that no for real our names really both were Rebecca. But it made it easier for people to remember us, too, so that was nice. Pretty early on in our friendship I started calling her Smalls because it just fit. A pocket sized little ball of energy.
We were blessed with finally getting to have her funeral services last Thursday. It was a good day but also a hard day. Seeing friendly faces brought up memories - good memories about Rebecca but also sad that we would never get to experience them again the same way because she wasn’t here to be a part of it. I think it was a big step in helping give a sense of closure in the process of losing a loved one, but it didn‘t do much to close out the pain or sense of loss I still feel.
On March 20th we get to celebrate her life in what I think will be a very personal and impactful way. She spent hours and hours running, cycling and coaching in McAllister Park. And the fact that it will be the first day of Spring makes it more perfect. She loved wildflowers and the natural beauty of the outdoors. I used to call her Snow White because it seemed like all the little critters liked to be around and make friends with her.
Here are the links for more information about the Celebration of Life and the Go Fund Me page set up to supplement donations for a tree and bench to be placed in the park in her memory:
I can’t wait to continue to celebrate Smalls - she may be little in stature but her personality and heart were larger than life itself.