I think beyond anything, Britt's death reminds us all how we should express our love to everyone daily. Britt was a wonderful, caring, warm and funny woman. Britt and I would talk for hours about everything from metaphysics to socio-economic phenomena to the qualifications of being a redneck. Her stories of her baby sister and superdad not only brought an almost cheesy heart-warmed smile to my face, but also provided a brief understanding of a family that could bless this world with such a wonderful loving person. One night while Britt, myself, and another friend were driving through the hidden backroads of Cupertino, she revealed her fear of driving uphill.
Britt is constantly unique.
We spent the next hour or so climbing the jungle gyms at random grammar schools. Britt, take our love with you to the next place. And next time we meet, I'll bring that Jumbo Jack with cheese I owe you. Mark always says that meeting Britt is like a car crash. She always made the moment more wonderful.