The roasted pig was ready! Burgers and hot dogs, potato and macaroni salads, chips and drinks. Everyone feasted in the sunlit backyard. Chris setup music and kept the joy alive. People talked, hugged each other. Some hadn’t seen each other in years, and as usual, Becca brought them back together. Even rough patches were set aside and hatchets buried; this is Becca’s day, a celebration! Life is short, there’s no time to be mad. “Make the most of where we are, don’t judge, love each other,” is what Becca would demand. That’s what everyone did.
Eric compiled a video of Becca’s life, and played it on the TV. Tina, Fran and Ben were called into the living room to watch, and friends gathered around. As the video began, the crowd grew. Pictures of Becca with friends, at her work. Previous boyfriends watched and hugged each other. As pictures of Becca with family appeared, tears fell. Clips of her at bandos made us laugh and think deeply. Footage of Fran getting her back, punching her in the shoulder at the Volkswagen scrapyard, reminded us of her favorite game. At least someone finally punched her back, after years of her seeing the Volkswagen bugs before we did. She was more concerned with wasp stings than scrappers and homeless people! She dangled her feet over the edge of a skyscraper. She balanced on the top of a rickety roller coaster. She took risks. She loved danger. She lived.
The photographs on the walls continued to amaze everyone. Playing on top of airplane wreckage in Iceland, she looked playful, skipping around. The image reminded people, who knew Becca all her life, what she was like as a little girl. Skipping, playing, laughing. That smile! You couldn’t help but love her, even if she made you mad. She was beautiful.