#97

everything was dramatic with her. each moment of her life was met with a certain flare, and it was understood that she was born that way. even those who found her abrasive were still intrigued, driven to know more about her.
innately red lips, a smile you could see from a mile away; she was not content for people to like her, she wanted them to love her. her little sister's girl scout troop held a bake sale. she was not content to simply supervise the table. after a yellow pages search, she convinced a local auctioneer to donate 2 hours of his time to raffle of homemade cookies, gooey pastries, and powdered sugar covered brownies.
it came as no surprise when she got a full ride to college, and again as no surprise when she became the first non sorority member recieve the university homecoming queen.
goodwill workers were stunned when she was not content to simply donate items; she donated her time to wash baby toys, sterilize dinnerware.
her quiet, oddly uneventful fall into alheimer's was so unlike her life. her friends were granted brief moments of respite when she would declare "what about Everest?!", her favorite inside joke about her various impressive conquests.
those moments, and each one leading up to that strange time of her life were the moments they all remembered after. they remembered her passion, when she couldn't remember it herself.