Erin was a light. Whenever I’d see her and that long red hair walk into the room, I always knew it was going to be a great night. Everything was just so much more fun when Erin was a part of it.
Nobody laughed quite like Erin. That sweet, awkward, high-pitched little giggle. And when she laughed, she'd crack that mischievous smile, and would give you that look which would instantly let you know that she was up to something. Because of course, Erin was ALWAYS up to something. Whatever the plan was, whatever the adventure, she was always game and ready to go (and when I was around, she'd usually pour me an impossibly stiff "Erin drink” to get me on board too).
Erin had a unique ability to connect with anyone and everyone. She had a natural warmth that just radiated from her. Her friends and co-workers all felt it, and the many hundreds of students who knew her as Ms. Garry certainly felt it too. Erin loved everyone, and everyone loved Erin.
Erin, I can’t believe we won’t have you here with us anymore, it’s just impossible to wrap my head around. My God are we going to miss you. One day, when we meet again on the other side, I'm sure you'll be there to welcome me with a big hug, the best little laugh in the world, and the strongest vodka cocktail anyone has ever seen. Thank you for being you, Erin. I’m going to miss so you much.
Her "mischievous smile" and "best little laugh?" She was born with both! I can still see her rolling along the kitchen floor on one of those gym scooters, looking up at me with that smile and laugh you speak of. Thanks for that memory!