She was sad, she was lonely, she was young and she took her own life. I worked with her for six months or so, admired her easy smile, her gifted way with animals, her patience, her potential.
She was private, kept to herself, but was pleasant to talk to and be around, always. And now I think about all the things she will never do, never experience, never taste, never try. And I am sad in my soul. I vow to live loud, embrace each day and feel every emotion about her passing as hard as I can. Because she couldn't.
Victoria Frost. It was a privilege to know you. 1989-2014