She knew me. Really, really knew me. And I knew her too. I knew that she was much more sensitive than she ever let on. That she believed in God and was kind to everyone. I knew that she thought that one of the worst things anyone could do was leave people out. She was always the one making friends with the girl in the coatroom or the awkward colleague standing alone at a party. She’d melt them with her love and humour and soon they’d be dancing and she’d make them feel like the funniest and most fascinating person in the room.
