Hi
@bears10 .
I e=read it before they closed it.
People had started to accuse her husband of killing her and making all sorts of nasty comments. Worst trolling I ever saw ... the tone of the comments suggested he really was a culprit ... that they had inside information to that effect. Really nasty.
Erin was not a prolific social media user... not at all.
She used it sporadically and artistically and creatively when the mood took her.
Her facebook had months of lapses, ditto her Twitter account..
She wasn't that interested in that medium of communications.
Nor was she narcissistic.
Certainly many of her posts were 'out there', risque and daring.. but she was merely playing with it occasionally, while bored or in between real work is my impression. She neither courted followers nor hustled for business.
It is possible she used it more when she was much younger.
Erin , I think, and I'm dreadful for mixing up dates, married very young.. I think she
was married for 16 years at age 33...
She was highly intelligent. She was very energetic.. mountain climbing was a hobby they both shared.
I know a couple of people who share this hobby.
I feel sick every time they're off on a climb, fearing they will never return..
It demands extreme concentration continuously, a lapse of a mere second can lead to death.
There is no marriage of a druggy life and a hazardous hobby like this.
I'm not subscri
bing to the drug theories shared here at all.
Sure, it's possible, but I think it's highly unlikely.
Nor do I share the various Matrix theories.. the word has been used as an adjective for years and years. It has the same meaning as 'out there' or 'far out' or 'surreal'.
The only interesting thing about her use of it after she 'fell ill' as the pronoun 'we'.
She was speaking with her mother and she had no reason to assume her mother was in it with her which makes me wonder whether she had met somebody else who was with her when she made that call or shortly prior to it.
The 'Thanksgiving' reference may have been an indication that she had lost her sense of time and space. Or that she wasn't returning home as planned... impossible to tell and I doubt we will ever know.
I know I talk nonsense at times when over coffeed or forfeiting sleep from a websleuths case that completely absorbs me and my sentences are not making sense, even to me.
She probably forfeited a lot of sleep in the week running up to her death.. I don't know if she imbibed more alcohol than usual. She could have been dehydrated. Burnt out and giddy as a result... all those things are as possible as drug abuse, but none of them was likely to lead to death.
Too many young people are dying suddenly with undiagnosed illnesses, like hypertrophic cardiomyopathy... brain haemorrhages, viral diseases of unknown origin...
Ev is not somebody I would have chosen to spend time with... I have little to no patience for high achievers, I'm just an ageing hippy and achieving is very low on my priority list.
I do like her, however...
I see her like a drowning woman desperately looking for a way to reach the shore , suddenly deprived of all her faculties including her rational mind.
My heart breaks for her.
Everything she always took for granted was taken from her while she was still alive breathing and conscious and trying to complete a simple task... getting from A to B.
I wonder at her final thoughts and fears and whether she found any solace at all before her lifeforce was quenched. I sincerely hope she did.
I doubt we will ever know.
Nor are we entitled to know.
I will light a candle for her again tonight in the vague hope that it will help her journey onward and free her from the circumstances of her death and the terror of her final hours.
It's all I can do.
RIP Erin.