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I didn't know Cherie except through her writing. I've always enjoyed whatever words she chose to share with the rest of us.

I did, however, get the sense that she embraced life and all it threw at her. In that spirit, I wanted to make sure something she posted got saved for posterity.

There is a thread over on Fanfic Discussion that posed the question "How old are you"? Cherie had replied with the following late last year...

cherie wrote:Relax, all you youngsters! I'm 63 and having the time of my life. Actually, I'm just a recycled teenager.

BelevnDreamsToo wrote:I am starlight and moonbeams and whispers of wind
I am a ghost in your dreams, the touch on your skin
I am fire in the rain that falls on the grass
I am slivers of wood and shards of glass

I am roses and thorns, blood red and white
I am Autumn and Summer, high noon and midnight
I am the one moment you'll never forget
I am pain and passion, and tears that are wet

I am alien and earthbound, I am remnants of stars
I am hurt and wounded, I am bruises and scars
I am thunder and lightning born of the storm
I am kisses on lips, and arms that are warm

I am rings for your fingers,and ribbons of lace
I am silk for your hair, and the smile on your face
I am sorrow and laughter, I am lies and regret
I am dust from a sun that will never set

I am lost, and lonely and the prayer to be whole
I am the beat of your heart, part of your soul
I am dance, I am music, I am generous and greed
I am words and language, hunger and need

I am life, I am death, consumed with desire
I am ashes of love on a funeral pyre
I am a piece of the past that should have been
I am journey unending until I find you again

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From A Month Of Sundays by my darling friend Cherie!

The first time I read this, I absolutely fell in love with it. That was in Jan. 06. I emailed Cherie and told her that I wanted to print and frame it because it should be shared with the world. Then I got the idea to have artwork done for a background and donate it to the auction at the next bowl-a-thon. Cherie was all for it, as long as I had one made one for her too. We decided that Liz/LTF should do the background and Liz agreed to do it. I was reading those emails last night and in all of them Cherie said we have time to work out the details. It's going to be very hard to go to the bowl-a-thon this year without Cherie.

Later,

jero wrote: It's going to be very hard to go to the bowl-a-thon this year without Cherie.

You may not see her, but I have absolutely no doubt that she will be there. You'll be there, doing your thing and you'll just smile and laugh for no good reason...that'll be Cherie.

Kara

I never knew Cherie except through her writing but I am still saddened by this news. My heart and thoughts go out to her family and friends.

I'm so sorry to hear this. I did not know Cherie either, but it's always disheartening to hear the news of a fellow person passing. May God be with her family and loved ones.

Cherie and family will be in my prayers.

jero wrote:

BelevnDreamsToo wrote:I am starlight and moonbeams and whispers of wind
I am a ghost in your dreams, the touch on your skin
I am fire in the rain that falls on the grass
I am slivers of wood and shards of glass

I am roses and thorns, blood red and white
I am Autumn and Summer, high noon and midnight
I am the one moment you'll never forget
I am pain and passion, and tears that are wet

I am alien and earthbound, I am remnants of stars
I am hurt and wounded, I am bruises and scars
I am thunder and lightning born of the storm
I am kisses on lips, and arms that are warm

I am rings for your fingers,and ribbons of lace
I am silk for your hair, and the smile on your face
I am sorrow and laughter, I am lies and regret
I am dust from a sun that will never set

I am lost, and lonely and the prayer to be whole
I am the beat of your heart, part of your soul
I am dance, I am music, I am generous and greed
I am words and language, hunger and need

I am life, I am death, consumed with desire
I am ashes of love on a funeral pyre
I am a piece of the past that should have been
I am journey unending until I find you again

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From A Month Of Sundays by my darling friend Cherie!

The first time I read this, I absolutely fell in love with it. That was in Jan. 06. I emailed Cherie and told her that I wanted to print and frame it because it should be shared with the world. Then I got the idea to have artwork done for a background and donate it to the auction at the next bowl-a-thon. Cherie was all for it, as long as I had one made one for her too. We decided that Liz/LTF should do the background and Liz agreed to do it. I was reading those emails last night and in all of them Cherie said we have time to work out the details. It's going to be very hard to go to the bowl-a-thon this year without Cherie.

Later,

Let me know when you're ready to print it and I'll print it for free. :O) I'm glad that I was able to spend as much time with Cherie as I did. She rode with me to Austin for the SXSW and the drive will be something that I will always remember. I tend to agree with everyone here. Although she is gone she will always be.

much love,
Jen

I really hate to come hear and find this news. I had not posted before because I didn't really know Cherie just her writing, but I never failed to add her to my prayers. Now I know she has finished her duty here and gone on to live with Him and now she knows no sorrow, no pain nor fear. She only knows His love and His warm embrace.

From what I have heard and read of her she wouldn't want us to mourn but to celebrate life in particular hers and be glad we got to have the privilege of being touched by her life and in our lives touching hers.

My prayers are with her family and friends.

Kara, I know what you mean... Cherie vibrated an energy that's still with us... Too many things have happened to me in the last 48 hours to not believe that. (And I can't imagine what the last 2 days have been like for those closer to her.)

Like this morning at work. Out of the blue, my co-worker returned a book I had loaned her so long ago that I'd forgotten about it... One Last Time by John Edward... Later this afternoon I said to her "You know, today probably wasn't the best day to give this back to me... Or maybe it was." I just needed a reminder that death is not the end.


Thank you Jen... I'll contact you later about printing it...

Later,

I didn’t know Cherie as some of you did but I did talk to her numerous times in different chats. She was always quick with a hello and to ask how you were. She was kind and considerate. I never heard her say an unkind word about anyone. She was one of the most unselfish people I have ever known; never complaining about her own problems but always there with encouragement and love for yours. She wrote because she loved it, because she enjoyed sharing her beautiful images with us through the most eloquent of words. She was always supportive, always caring and (or course) always quick with a joke. She was the kind of person who loved life and the people whom she encountered. The world is a better place because she lived.

For her writing, for her encouragement, for her zest for life, for her love, I will miss Cherie. My thoughts and prayers are with her family and friends.

Fred

I wrote this last night after a marathon 5 way phone conversation with Truelovepooh, Alienmom, Fred, Applebylicious, and myself. I thought long and hard about posting it, because this thread is all about Cherie, but it's because of Cherie that I wrote this, so here goes.

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The Importance of Connections


With apologies to Fred, because I know how she feels about connections right now.

The Roswell fandom died a little bit last night. Cherie passed away after a terrible battle. It was her passing that got me thinking about connections. The people in this fandom are so interconnected, that a loss like this touches us all, even if we don’t yet realize it.

I can’t and won’t claim to know Cherie. I refuse to besmirch her memory by pretending that I did. Did I read any of her fics? Of course I did. They were well written, and did shed some insight into what kind of a person she was, but what really let me know what kind of a person Cherie was, was connections.

I got online tonight and checked my friend list on Live Journal, and saw a post by Michelle – Alien Mom that was so full of anguish that it made me want to cry. I called Stacie – Truelovepooh right away, and the first thing I said to her was that she’d better call Michelle and check on her. Pooh’s response was that she had Michelle on the other line. Pooh conferenced me in, and the three of us began to chant. Not about Cherie, but about everything in general. Cherie crept into the conversation, but her passing didn’t overwhelm us. Other names were mentioned as the connections deepened. Both Michelle and Pooh were concerned for other friends and didn’t want them to here the news in a PM. And so Fred joined the conversation. There was more talking, and laughing and more sadness. More names were mentioned as the connections deepened, and soon Lindsay – Applebylicious was a part of the conversation. All of us connected in many ways, but all of us brought together by one connection in particular, the passing of Cherie.

This got me thinking of other connections and how they are formed. I have a connection with Angel, and the other Orbs (Older Roswell BelieverS), one that I hope will never be broken, and again, it’s a connection to Cherie, because I know some of them have read her fics. And through Angel, I got to know Linds, and Michelle - more connections.


These connections, these bonds are so strong, and so interwoven, like the threads of a tapestry. Cherie is a thread in this tapestry. Her thread hasn’t been broken by her death, rather, it’s been tied off, but it is still an integral part of the tapestry, a thread that has many other threads connected to it.

These connections have done so many things. They saved a television program, raised money for charity, and given all of us many wonderful friends. It was a connection that started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint, but it will go on forever because of love.