Hahaha, I remember that too. She'd drag me next to her, almost dislocating my shoulder in the process, hold my hand, look me straight in the eye and then start yelling " YOU'RE BOOOOTIIIFOOOOL! YOU'RE BEAUTIFOOOOOOOL, IT'S TRUUUUUEEEE!" Oh man, loved her singing.
Lib I can't believe yr gone I only saw u last week im gonna miss u so much all the Early wake up calls . Lib I love u so much and IM gonna MISS U SO MUCH
RIP IN HUN . X
I didn't reply here yesterday when I read this.
I don't think I knew what to say or maybe wasnt sure if I should. I don't know.
Anyway. I joined thr Facebook group and felt like I couldn't leave this thread without writing anything.
I posted this on said Facebook page so I apologise for those of you who are seeing it twice. But I wanted to put it here too as it has helped me no end in the past and it felt appropriate? To me anyway.
Death Is Nothing At All.
I have only slipped into the next room,
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar names,
Speak to me in the easy way,
Which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever a household word
That is always was.
Let it be spoken without effort,
Without a trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Sleep well Little Libster,
I hope you've finally found some peace.
Izzie xxxx
You might win one battle.
But know this; I'll win the ****ing war.
"Be nice. Think happy thoughts. Champion silver linings. Love all things (not just cute things like babies and kittens) & when you do love - love like they do in power ballads (you know like on a cliff with the wind in your hair and your eyes shut, knowing you'll never know love like this). Watch out for dog poo. Smile at people - even grumpy ones. Remember anything is possible & whatever you do always try to look on the bright side."
I was on RYL2 and was a chat mod for a bit between V2 and V3, I do remember talking to her in chat, and on the forums (sometimes would have to follow her from room to room invisible because she was being real goofy). She was one of the few that no matter when i came on ryl, she would always be signed in doing something We only briefly talked on MSN, I think i was mostly intimidated because she was so popular and i was just a noob at the time (4 years ago) she never gave me the impression that i wasnt cool enough for her, that was something my crazy mind does when i talk to popular people. I live in the US, and I had to download the 300+mb documentary because i dont have BBC. I ended up losing the copy when i switched computers. I really hope that her family and friends get some comfort in this hard time. (pretty much anybody who knew her or talked to her felt like her friend) Just try to remember the good times.
-brian
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'in the quiet heart is hidden, sorrow that the eye can't see'
I have only slipped into the next room,
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar names,
Speak to me in the easy way,
Which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever a household word
That is always was.
Let it be spoken without effort,
Without a trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
I've met her many times, I'm an 'oldie', but I won't attend the close meet as I don't feel I should. Imo, it's a time for her close friends to remember her and get closure, I will not impose on that.
I'm sorry for your loss everyone. We're all here for you, those who knew her well, and those who didn't.
*hugs*
I will attend one of the memorial meets though, if anyone is okay with that? x
really sorry to hear this.
Havent been on in a long time and even longer since I met Libby but wanted to say my thoughts are with everyone whose lives were touched by her.
Emma i've not seen you on here for soo long.
Do you remember the meet we went to and we all went back to libby's and we couldnt get over how bright her room was.
good times.
rip libby.
" my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never, never leave you during your times of trials and suffering. When you see only one set of footprints it was then that I carried you" you were carried out of are lifes into the next and when its my time to leave this life I know i will be carried into the next life with you.
I wish i had my world complete again.
'Can we protend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars, i could really use a wish right now' BoB
gosh, this is terrible news. I remember meeting her once or twice, and we talked now and again, though I can't say we were ever close. My thoughts are with those who knew her. She was an incredibly beautiful person.
). She was one of the few that no matter when i came on ryl, she would always be signed in doing something 
We only briefly talked on MSN, I think i was mostly intimidated because she was so popular and i was just a noob at the time (4 years ago) she never gave me the impression that i wasnt cool enough for her, that was something my crazy mind does when i talk to popular people. I live in the US, and I had to download the 300+mb documentary because i dont have BBC. I ended up losing the copy when i switched computers. I really hope that her family and friends get some comfort in this hard time. (pretty much anybody who knew her or talked to her felt like her friend) Just try to remember the good times. 
'in the quiet heart is hidden, sorrow that the eye can't see'
