I didn't realize it until he brought it to my attention---tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of the death of my best friend.
I had completely blocked out the fact that it has been over 2 years since I've heard her laugh, seen her smile, or felt the playful punches that I always pretended didn't hurt.
What I'm feeling now, is far worse.
Emily Steele Selvage is...was... not someone I could describe in one blog post, and I'm not just saying that because she was my best friend, or because she is dead. At her funeral, aside from her volunteer fire dept giving her a honorary farewell, there was a line out the door and into the parking lot, with close to 1000 people in attendance, many of whom only knew her for only a week.
She was THAT kind of person, one that you could never forget after only meeting once. When she floated into a room, all eyes were on her. Not just because she was stunning in a effortless bohemian sort of way, but her energy was intoxicating.
|Modeling was one of those things she just did for "fun".|
|Getting ready together on my wedding day.|
|Me, Diane, and Em|
|A self portrait|
She was on a merry-go-round; constantly going up and crashing down. I chalked it up to her being who she was because she seemingly was able to juggle her job, friends and family.
|Em and Bryson having fun.|
In 2008 she even found love for the first time with a US Navy Officer who embodied everything she ever wanted.
You can see why its hard to believe that in 2009 she took her own life.
We are all now left with an empty space in our hearts for a girl whose presence felt like a beautiful dream. I am left with a thousand memories of a girl who has changed my life in more ways then I can count.
So today I honor her. I honor who she was, and who she helped me to be. One day, when he's old enough, I will explain to my infant son that his name, Nolan Steele Walsh, carries the spirit of an amazing and inspiring woman.
I love you Em From Boyland,