FOREWORD BY OTTERAY SCRIBE (her father):
Her full name is Brandi Nicole Stanley.
I am her father.
Remember her, please.
She never wrote a diary after registering, because she never thought it would be good enough, or that someone might not like it. Not that she didn’t have ideas and opinions. She did. She did not suffer fools, especially bullies, or those who were unkind to animals and the handicapped. She never met a stranger, and ‘picked up strays’, both two and four legged. She lived her life by the adage Wee Mama uses for her sig line. The Golden Rule.
She left us forever the evening of Memorial Day. Last week, while lying in the bed provided by Hospice, she began to speak. I was on one side of her and Joy of Fishes on the other. As she spoke, JoF grabbed her notebook and began writing frantically, taking down as much as she could. The monster had invaded her brain and lungs by this time, so speaking was difficult. She was having difficulty articulating. We had to listen carefully to understand what she was saying.
These two speeches by a young 26-year-old woman who knew she was dying are worthy of a diary in her own name. DKos administrators agreed, and I thank them for that, especially elfling.
The following is a verbatim transcript of her words as the CelticLassie spoke them.
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