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Memorial Curator- Alison Magallon
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Hi,
My boyfriend died in a terrible motorbike accident in Spain when I was 19. Everyone thought I was with him, and spent hours looking for me too, as we were never apart. I was waiting for him in a bar as I'd taken too long to get dressed - he'd bought me a white tube dress and i was worried about getting it dirty and was fussing about, so he went on without me and told me to meet him at the bar when I was ready. I never saw him alive again. I will talk more of this if someone wishes to join the conversation. So many things happened at that time. So many complete and utter out of body experiences from me dreaming I had died two weeks before his accident, to two weeks after his accident him coming to say goodbye to me in my dream and kissing me with his unshaved face, and me waking with a rash on my chin and around my mouth.
It took years to transform that trauma, but the constant unchangeable solace I always had with me, was nature and the natural environment, and my creativity. Those two things never left my side, and have been a channel into something far beyond the suffering of this life.