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Colleen Figg

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 42
Sign: Aries

City: Jo'burg
Country: ZA
Signup Date: 6/26/2006

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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

It’s Over, Carol-Anne
Current mood:

sad
Category: Blogging

This goes out to my cousin Carol-Anne, who died on Friday 10 October at the age of 49. I only heard today. She got into drugs in the 70's and never came off them. In the end she could not afford anything heavy so she became addicted to codeine, in the form of cough mixture.

She died of kidney failure, all alone. The same way she lived her life. She did not successfully use the massive amount of help that was offered by her immediate family and she was shunned by the rest of the extended family as being a fuck up of note.

I always liked Carol. When I was young, I used to visit her in her room, where she used to make the most intricate drawings very much influenced by the psychedelic era of pop art. Besides all that she was a superb artist and it was she who taught me to see that horse properly, the one I drew in charcoal, so perfectly.

I am sorry for her wasted life, sorry she was never happy. Sorry she wasted all that supreme artistic talent. I once also saw her doing modern dancing, what a beautiful dancer she was. She was also beautiful, physically.

I'm grateful for her ex husband Michael and his family who kept on trying to look after her, no matter her failings. In fact Michael was on his way to the shop to buy her whatever she wanted when she died. What a decent man.

I am sad for Uncle Ted, her father, for all he tried to do and for how he failed and for the fact that he sobbed in my father's arms when I was a young girl, because he could not help her. It is because of her that I hate drugs as much as I do. I see what they do.

She loved David Cassidy, her whole room was covered with pictures of him, and drawings she had done. She was a committed Catholic in her early life, I remember seeing a pic of her at her wedding to Michael, wearing the traditional veil, I do not think I have ever seen her look more beautiful.

We always used to see her in Primrose hitching a lift to the chemist, buying cough mixture. At that time I wanted to attack the fuckers that kept selling her the shit, I wanted to burn the entire place down. I ached with sadness for her life and what she had become.

I used to always treat her with kindness, same way she always treated me.

Carol, I hope you found your freedom, now and all you were looking for all of your life and could not find. And I do remember how you were to me.

Kind. Decent.

RIP