These are the things she gave to me

Money, more money, a box of DV tapes, the trunk of Bibi the Volvo, a Mates of State b-side, birthday wishes, random job leads, stories, jokes, photographs, encouragement, advice, affection.

There are the things Leslie offered to me over the course of the last few years. I'm one of the lucky ones who knew her. (As it turns out, there's a lot of us, and I think we all, collectively, feel 110% lucky that we knew her.) Leslie was one of those remarkable people who could swoop in and make it all better -- she always gave freely, no strings attached, out of friendship. I like to think that she'd offer you the world if you needed it.

I'm sorry we never got together that last time she was in the city. I'm sorry I won't get to hear about her re-doing her house with the smokin' hot fireman again or cooking extravagant multi-course meals. I'm sorry I won't get to thank her for everything, ever again. I'm sorry she'll never get to see our finished movie. I'm sorry we'll never have the joy of hearing another funny story from her, or another dashed off, perfectly timed email.

Leslie, we'd follow you anywhere.

Rest in peace, friend.