I searched the world over, and there's still no one like her.

lucy grealy.

a name that I still associate as my personal hero. self-sacrificed and resplendent in her writing. so attuned with the identity of self and loss of it. i can't get over her. i just watched a charlie rose '94 clip of her. i had always wanted to meet her and right after reading her book in 98 i had my pen and paper ready to send telling her how much her autobiography meant to me. i had always seen myself as the lone one in this kind of a journey. but lucy's voice had shown me i wasn't. i knew what she was talking about in her story. that pain, that desire, the turbulence of emotions channeled through this particular experience. my god, she had penetrated me to the core. to this day i cannot and will not forget her. i am sorry she is no longer here, but she left us with such a deftly told courageous story beyond what many have experienced today. thank you Lucy.