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Iris befriended me in my first year of undergrad at U of T. I hadn't attended frosh week because of some misguided notion that I was above the wild fraternizing and drinking. What I was confronted with instead was a deep loneliness-partly from my home life, but also partly because I was not comfortable making new friends. That first week, Iris introduced herself to me and our friendship was immediate. I think this is a common story among those who knew her-she had an irresistible personality and a joy that made me want to be better. I struggled a lot throughout my university years, but it was my friendship with Iris and our group of girlfriends that helped me feel welcome and loved. I am so thankful that I was given an opportunity to tell her this before she passed on to greater things. She will not be forgotten.
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say about Iris? When I first met her in Korea, she was so happy and nice. I remember going to Cheju Island with her family and our brothers playing at the beach in the rain. She gave me these pretty, purple grape plastic earrings. She came to Vancouver and stayed with my family. I know it was tough for her to be away from her family. But, soon she became my best friend. She would follow me around for bubble tea with my friends and we would go to Deep Cove to share our dreams and secrets. I was so proud of her when she got into U of T. I was sad to see her go and felt at loss then. She understood me and I felt like she was like the little sister I always wanted. It broke my heart to find out she had cancer and I wanted to do everything to help her. I wish I could have done more. Since her passing, I feel like she's with me. I talk to her often. I explained to her how I had a meltdown and how hard life had become. I miss her dearly, but at the same time I can feel her next to me. I think of her often and I think she understands. I'm glad I got to see her:) I hope she knows she was so loved!
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