I can't think of anything to say that won't sound trite. I can't think of anything to say now that shouldn't have been said before. My mom and I both "knew" Trilly, as much as a person can know someone through random online contact. When I think of you, Trilly, I remember a relentlessly cheerful and bright woman. I never saw the sadness that was apparently there. I had a friend who had a crush on you, and to be honest, I did a little, too. I was drawn in by your high spirit, your quick wit, and your obvious compassion. You unknowingly inspired me as a writer, encouraging me unwittingly to pursue my own dreams.
Five years ago I took four bottles of pills and ended up in the hospital. I came through it only with anger, a fury that somehow tamed the sorrow. Just two days ago I found photos from that time... and I wondered how everyone missed my despair. I suppose it's the same reason I missed yours. I saw what I wanted to, I saw your light. Your beauty eclipsed all negativity. I pray you've found peace, and that you know how many people you've touched. I pray for you, and for all of us. Peace.