Ines Fazlic, my goofiest, nuttiest friend.

How can you erase the thousand little strands that connect you with someone? A hundred instant messenger conversations and photos and text messages. Inside jokes for days and days.

She said outloud things that everyone was thinking to themselves. She told me once that it’s okay, it’s okay to be who I am. And she was absolutely and unapologetically who she was.

She was a life. She was a beautiful, vibrant life. And she’s gone now, and all we can do is remember her.

Ina, I will know who you are forever. <3

Ina in Paris


6 thoughts on “Ina.

  1. The randomness of life is baffling sometimes. I stumbled upon this blog today. 11/6/05. 4 years since the loss of my other half. Inside jokes for days. Sometimes a raised eyebrow summed up all of life. A common language built for two. I don't know you but I know your pain and hope you are well today.

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