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Remembering Sophie...

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I've been planning to start a blog here for a little while... I did not think my first blog entry would be this... 

Poem: “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”, By Mary Elizabeth Frye

Picture provided by Sophie's husband James.


 

Remembering Sophie…

 

I’m writing this blog post in memory of one of the most amazing people I have ever met.

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

 

Sophie was known to most of us as Marauder Lady, and she really took that pen name seriously. You’ll be hard pressed to find a single story she wrote that does not have Sirius and Remus (and to a lesser extent Lily and James) in it. Her wonderful imagination provided us all with chapters and chapters of wonderful, fluffy and hilariously funny love stories from our favourite magical world. But it was when she turned her quill to sadder topics that she truly amazed us readers and friends. Just a few simple words are enough to make the strongest reader cry.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

 

In her life outside our little online bubble, Sophie was loved by her family and friends, her mum and her husband James above all others. After studying English literature at College, she became a librarian and really enjoyed her job for those years she was able to do it. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with Cancer soon after finishing college, but, true to herself, she knew going in that she was going to come out on top. And she did.

And then she did it again.

And again.

Until, this last time, finally, her body became too heavy, an obstacle rather than an asset, and she was forced to stay in bed more days than not. Still, she enjoyed every day, even the ones with Chemo. Every time I asked her how the Chemo was going, she’d say “Oh, that. Pshh. I have my Kindle and my music. I don’t even notice the rest.”

 

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

 

Every time she’d stay in hospital, sometimes for pain management, sometimes for running the tiniest bit of a temperature, she’d make it a point to tell everyone who bothered to listen how incredible and amazing and kind the nurses were. She had so much love and appreciation for everyone who walked  beside her on her path, even for just a couple of steps.

If I had to describe Sophie in one word, I’d say it was the word “genuine”. She was always truthful, even when it was uncomfortable, always loyal and supportive, always available to lend an ear, cheerful and happy even on her worst days. Sophie was genuinely, honestly, 100% happy for everyone else’s accomplishments, ideas, suggestions, love, even if sometimes it took a great personal toll on her. She put her all into every single thing she did. What energy she had, she put into campaigning for her causes, Cancer Research, equal opportunities for people with disabilities, and Crohn's & Colitis support.

 

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

 

Sophie loved to dance. She was a vibrant soul, one who literally lit up the room whenever she entered. Her music was happy music, and it played in her head and shone out into the world like a bright light leading the way to a smile at every moment. She loved songs like Joyride (Roxette), Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations), the soundtrack of Movies and Musicals, especially Beauty and the Beast, and ALL Christmas Songs. 

If she could have, Sophie would have decorated for Christmas just after Easter. She loved the holidays, spending time with her family and sending love and happy thoughts to everyone. She loved giving gifts, and she had a knack for always making them something you’d really want, and they always came as a surprise. I remember once, she went to Primark and bought and sent me some Harry Potter pyjamas, just because they weren’t in stock in my country. I’m actually wearing them while writing this ;)

 

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

 

Sophie never needed to say sorry. She simply never caused offence, always considering her words carefully before she spoke. (She was british, so of course she said “Sorry” ALL THE TIME, anyway.) She was a great role model to me in how she connected with people and could find common ground with everyone. 

Her relationship with her husband was the stuff dreams are made of. She met James on the old forums, after a lot of messages they decided to meet up, they fell in love and got married. James has been her rock ever since. 

Sophie’s funeral will be held on Nov. 7th, 2019, and, in her honour, everyone will be wearing at least one item of pink clothing. She picked a list of happy songs to play, and she requested a party, a celebration of her life rather than a glum and dark affair. James promised that he’d dance on the tables at Sophie’s funeral if he had to, just so she’d get the party she asked for. 

Join us in wearing pink on November 7th, let’s make it a world wide party for our girl. 

 

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

 

It’s with a heavy heart that we let you go, but you have earned the sweet release. You fought with everything you had for so long, and we rest easier knowing you’re not suffering anymore. 

I’ll remember you every time I find a cold, forgotten cup of tea on my desk. ❤️

Goodbye, my friend, my love. You will be so, so missed. 






 

Find Sophie’s stories here:

https://hpfanfictalk.com/archive/viewuser.php?uid=98

 

https://harrypotterfanfiction.com/storysearch.php?ttsearch=&ausearch=marauder+lady&showRestricted=on (A)

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Crimson Quill

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I didn't know sophie myself but it is obvious by the care, love and attention that you've given this post that she was a truly special lady. ❤

The poem is beautiful too.

RIP.

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crowsb4bros

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Thank you for writing this beautiful tribute for Sophie. ❤️ I'll be wearing my pink. 

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DanyFire

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This was a beautiful tribute for Sophie. I didn't know her but I will make a point to give her stories a read. RIP Sophie.

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Felpata_Lupin

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Thank you so much, Anja, for taking the time to write this beautiful tribute to Sophie. I love it so much. I love you so much. :hug:

These past few days have been incredibly hard. I've been feeling many feels, thinking many thoughts, and I hope no one will mind if I try to express some of them here now...

Life is strange. Grief is strange. Online friendships are strange. Grieving for an online friend is... I'm not sure I have the right words to describe it...

It's deep sadness, and anger, and impotence... and a sense of irreality that comes with walking along that subtle boundary between real life and online life. And other memories - very personal and not really related but so, so painful - that always resurface at times like this... but that's a different story...

Whenever I think of Sophie, what comes to mind is a ray of sunshine: warm, bright, full of life. I remember my first interaction with her, on the HPFF forums, through a blog post that was curiously - or not so curiously - about grief and cancer. I was immediately impressed by her incredible strength and courage. Today, I'm still in awe at the way she stayed positive and never gave up till the very last moment. I can't honestly say to have known her well, but I was lucky enough to read some of her wonderful stories (btw, everyone should read the twin one-shots Anja and Sophie wrote together, Always on my mind and Forever in my heart, they are beautiful and heartbreaking in the best possible way...) and to experience the brightness she shared on the forums. I've also been privileged enough to meet her once in person and she was just as bright and full of life and inspiring. I'll treasure the memories of that day forever. :wub:

Thank you, my beautiful Sophie! Thank you for the smile you never lost and for the light you brought into the world! It's strange to be saying goodbye, impossible to imagine that you're gone, but I'm glad to have known you at least a tiny bit! Hope you are at peace now! ❤️

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MuggleMaybe

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Anja, this is a beautiful tribute. The world has clearly lost an incredible soul in Sophie. I am so glad you honored her this way. ❤️ 

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TreacleTart

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I had the pleasure of interacting with Sophie a handful of times on the old forums. She was as you’ve so eloquently said, an incredible person. I won’t pretend to know her as well as others do, but I can definitely say that the loss of her presence in this world and this community will be felt.

Thank you for taking the time to write such a beautiful obituary, Anja. Your words really give the picture of what a kind, beautiful soul she was.

I will make sure to wear pink on the 7th and maybe I’ll even dance on a table in honor of her. Rest In Peace, Sophie. You’ll be missed. 

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