Boston Belle

Goodnight, Sunshine!

My friend Sandy Davis died last week, and it has been a stunning and shocking time, trying to mourn. I have lost brothers and other friends/relatives in the last 10 years, but losing Sandy is literally like losing a part of my heart.

Over a decade ago, I wrote a one-year retrospect (for Ace Weekly) after the crash of Flight 5191. Gathering all the information and getting my piece submitted in time was stressful, and I had just left my boyfriend. I was worried, fretting over my article and thinking that I had not paid enough attention to the victims' families. Sandy told me, "you write with such a loving pen, Kim, and that is why I know the article will be perfect."

I will never forget Sandy telling me that, because it reveals why Sandy knew how to be a good friend. She listened, she paid attention, and she was empathetic. She knew what was in my heart, even if I didn't say it. She was the best of friends who came through for me time and time again.

Now, whenever I see a Boston team play i shall always cheer for Boston because of her. That's how influential she was. In her soft and caring way, Sandy could make powerful change ... even make a lifelong Cincinnati fan cheer for the Red Sox and Patriots! Her presence will be forever sorely missed.