Brandi the goddess

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.  II miss you like hell.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

brandi

#brandigoddess

I cannot believe today marks the first anniversary since Brandi left us. Despite only having three short years with her she forever impacted my life.  My world is a better place because she was in it.  She always knew which role to assume in our friendship:  mother, cool older sister, dispenser of sage advice, partner in crime, fellow MOOSE, etc.  If not for her love and light I never would have survived the darkest days of my life in California.

Brandi’s daughter, Raven, chose to commemorate her mother with a unique and fitting tribute on social media.  She encouraged all of us who loved her mother to post a photo of themselves wearing black attire with a bold red lip [two of Brandi’s signatures] with the hashtag “#brandigoddess.’  Seeing everyone’s beautiful pictures reminded me just how many people were touched by the force of nature that was Brandi Crook.  We love you and we miss you.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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