In Tribute to Christina Coffey

I’d like to take this moment to dedicate this entry to a friend of mine who passed away recently. Her name was Christina Coffey. She had pancreatic cancer for nearly two years. She was remarkably strong during the whole ordeal as if to just be like well I’m punching in my life’s time card and that’s it. To give you a snapshot of Christina she had impeccable taste, was always hard working, and really was one of those rare beings who seemed to have a great balance of male and female energy. She loved shopping for shoes and also liked Sunday night football.

I like to think of death as a porthole to another beautiful world where you get to figure out all the shit that mystifies you here. Maybe an angel or God himself welcomes you and is like hey you know I know you don’t remember but before you came to Earth your soul wanted to go through all this shit (technical term) and grow and influence other Earthlings. So you decided to work in an office and bring your light to those around you. And here’s what happened to those glasses you lost in the third grade and oh here’s what really happens to your socks that you lost in the dryer. This is why I decided to make the sky blue and the grass green and etc. etc. Then you get to have a big welcome home heavenly cocktail party with your loved ones who passed away before you.

As a Scorpio, I’m fascinated with transformation. It’s not a death but a new Chrissy who I hope gets some great new shoes in heaven. I’m thinking some nice Channel white leather quilted ballerina flats.