Tonight, I was informed that one of my favorite barista’s at my local Starbucks passed away. Crystal Diaz was one of those people that you immediately can tell marches to their own beat. She didn’t have to die her hair pink or wear something extreme, it was just in her spirit. She had a funky, cool, artistic, sometimes even a little spacey, sort of vibe. I dug her. We talked now and then and she soon became a fan of GingerDead and Friends. It seemed silly and useless at first, but the thought of dedicating this comic to her kept nagging at me tonight, so…this one’s for you Crystal. I hope you weren’t also a big fan of Mickey Mouse. O.o
The last time I spoke to her, I was grabbing a caffeine boost before heading out for a late night at the Castle. It’s a local goth club and Crystal said she was jealous because she always wanted to go but had no one to go with. I invited her along, but she was working and then a few of us tried to make plans for the 3rd of July, but she would be away visiting family for the 4th of July weekend. I told her to get with me when she returned and we’d plan a night to take her. On July 4th, she died. Twenty-something, engaged and happy. It’s always harder to accept these things when someone is so young. I’m kind of stunned, but at the same time I’ve been around long enough to know this is how death operates. You simply don’t know when it’s going to creep up and take you.
This is why I’m really not kidding when I say I try to live life like I’m on vacation. It just makes sense to me to try to squeeze as much stimulation as you can out of it. Take chances on love, do things that you are afraid to do, immerse yourself in what you enjoy, etc. Sometimes, I even embrace the ‘negative’ things like anger or sadness. Right now, I’m feeling sad because I feel for her fiancee, family and coworker/friends, but in that sadness is a slap in the face to appreciate my own life where I have love and art and warm gooey brownie bites.
I’m happy and I know it.
I don’t need any condolences. My sadness is minute compared to those that truly knew her and loved her. This post is not intended to start my own pity party, (although Tear-tinis are always a treat!) No, I would rather hear that you are grabbing your own life by the throat and giving it a good shake now and then. Go check out that crazy goth club you’ve always wanted to try…build a rocket out of paper clips…whatever floats your proverbial boat…do it. 😉