I watched the interviews…
I listened to your lovely Irish accent! And I could not believe, how lovely you are as a whole! As a person!
Your words are genuine. There is no shiny glamorous cloak covering your tiny figure, aiming to charm and distract from who you really are inside! You are simply..you. And it’s clear, very clear, you choose to be.
Another thing struck me while watching one of your interviews! When you described how you’d rather, sit with a local you’ve never met at a random bar_talk about his farm etc_over the glamorous party you are supposed to be at, across the road! You immediately earned my admiration.
When I lived in Ontario, The Cranberries used to have a cottage not too far from my house. I did not really pay attention at the time, except that my neighbour in those days, used to be the instrumental technician for the band. I still did not pay attention. I wish I did, maybe he would have told me about..you. As now? I am hungry for every detail.
All I know is, your talent lives. Your grace also lives. Your sad eyes…will always be in my mind…And all I can hope, is that you are laughing more ‘now’! Much much more.
I will not question why you left so early. I respect your pain. I respect your choice. And above all…I wasn’t there. No one was. Only, you. Only you know.