I was so exhausted last night, that all I read was the subject line on the email on my phone and I typed out a goodnight text to a friend and fell asleep. "Rebecca is dead", is all the subject line read. This morning I called a mutual acquaintance and he confirmed it.
Rebecca "Darling" Rosenthal was a friend of many and a reoccurring face in quite a few circles. All you have to do is google her name to know who and how she was. There are small traces of her online and a few big ones that hardly describe her. Four years ago, when I got deeper into the fringes of awesome (obscure to some) music, I had an email forwarded to me, the original sender was Rebecca. It was a list of some awesome bands and links to other music projects that were similar. I responded to the guy who sent the email with a list of equally awesome bands. A week later I got an email from Rebecca asking how and where did I hear about those bands. Long story short, we began an on and off communication about music, God, family, life and the general everyday things one talks about. It's funny because we both hardly considered each other friends. I'm writing all this because I told her if anything ever happened to her, I would share the ridiculous and hilarious things we both talked about.
She said if anything ever happened to me, she would do the same but share things that were not ridiculous and funny. I asked her what that meant and she replied, "Nothing. Just funny getting your reaction. What has not been ridiculous?"
Becca went by the last name of Darling, a moniker she got from another friend. She liked renaming things, and referred to me as either Jamie or Santiago. Both are mexican/hispanic variations of the Anglo James. I called her Sam occasionally due the her interesting middle name. We both exchanged emails for the last four years. The last email I sent her was right before February and the last one I got from her, she mentioned how excited she was to be moving though life at the pace she was. We were both really busy with work and school so we barely emailed or talked this year. Actually, no, the last personal email was in February. She emailed me a few times asking if I knew any really good bands for her blog, The Bee Charmer. We both liked music on the rise, and books. Oh the books. She worked as a librarian and at one point worked in the rare books section, her and me were constantly trading off book titles that we thought we would like. She worked at Newton Library and loved it.
In fact, one of the first times I called her, I was stuck in a layover at Logan International Airport. It's huge. Huge is an understatement. It's massive and if you don't know it, you can get lost very easily. I kept running into people who kept missing their flight because they couldn't find the right gate! I called her up... it didn't help. She got me more lost and I eventually found the group I was with. I still shudder when I think about it. I'm half serious. Yes... she nearly got me killed in that airport, but she was genuinely sorry and we joked about it endlessly. She was also a mega woman equality supporter. I would joke with her, on how she went to Smith, an all girls college yet she believed men and women should not e segregated. Then I would tell her she went to the same school and Bush's wife. She knew I wasn't serious.
Well, I could go on, but anyone who knew her, knew she was a good spirit and ultimately she wanted to do the right things in her life. The last thing I remember her telling me was, "I think I'm going to start wearing less makeup. People should like me without having to look like a damn raccoon."
She wasn't close enough, that I'd say she was like a sister, but she was the definition of what you call a person who can become a friend of anybody if she tried. I have a few of her poems lying around in some old folders on an email I
don't remember the password to, I'm going to try and find all of them
and forward them to her parents.