I can't get over how sad I feel and how close we get to people on these boards. I have never met Sis Irijah but she has been a part of my life almost daily .
I want to share a little story -
When I got my internship at a fancy dancy Interior Design firm my first reaction was "I have nothing to wear." I seriously didn't - nor did I have any $ for clothes- I am a full time student. I decided I would ask on Facebook if any one had and hand-me-downs- to pass along. I was a little embarrassed but since I truly was in need I put it out there.
Of all my friends and family Sis Irijah ,someone I never met in person, was the one who wrote to me and said she would love to send me a package - I was so moved by her response. I asked if I could please send her postage but she insisted that she could stuff a lot in a PO box and that she really wanted to do it for me. I felt really bad because she was living on such a tight budget but she insisted and I did not want to deny her the pleasure of giving.
Sure enough, a big box of lovely clothing arrived. Sis knew I would need to alter some skirts and she even sent me some elastic to do so - As I unpacked the box I kept getting this wonderful scent - finally at the bottom of the box I discovered a large bar of the most wonderful smelling bath soap. That was like icing on the cake .
I can honestly say this is one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for me. Sis Irijah was a true Rasta.
I am sharing this story because I really like this thread and how it is evolving - I think one of the greatest tributes we could do for Sister Irijah would be to "pass it on"