Owed to Debbie (by Heather)

Write a eulogy for a dear friend who has passed away in strange circumstances

Debbie.

Such a simple name for such a complex person.

I sit here consumed by my grief. But your story is larger than my sorrow and I will sew that story over top of the fabric of my misery.

You are someone whose life was tragically cut short while you were in your prime. This is perhaps to be expected, as you have always been unafraid to live (and die) by your convictions.

You knew there was much more to the world than meets the unobservant eye. You knew there were forces out there determined to destroy what is good and positive. You spent your life as a seeker of the truth – searching out the lies that lesser people would never think of questioning. You withstood the scorn of people claiming to be sceptical of your ideas, recognising that they are really just stooges of mainstream media, without ever having had an original thought in their lives.

The night of your death is typical of your valorous bold spirit. You went by yourself, at night, following your instincts, to that crop circle on Wazby’s farm. No one else had the courage to go with you; others scoffed at your fierce intention. But you knew that THEY would show up that night, revisiting the scene of their landing several days before. Oh, they showed up all right; they came down from their interplanetary hiding place; they grabbed you and experimented on your brave body, then threw you away like so much garbage. We don’t know exactly what happened. Your VW van, who watched it all, isn’t talking. Nor is your flashlight, lying not far from you, dented and drenched in your blood.

We know you were right – we know they did indeed come because the crop circle was flattened even deeper. We know that they’d taken you aboard their ship because of the inexplicable things that had been done to your body (although it was difficult to tell exactly what THEY’d done to you after the farmer’s bull had gored you and the wild animals had had their way).

But I personally know that you wouldn’t have had it any other way – that no matter what happened to you in the alien space craft that night, you would not change a thing in your life.

The spirit world will welcome you. You will be joining some of the others who you felt such a close connection with – Marilyn and JFK to name but two who also died under mysterious circumstances. And of course you will be reconnecting with Elvis, who as we all know is probably still alive somewhere – but if he’s not, if he’s really dead, then you will be tipping a glass with him somewhere tonight. You fought hard for the world to understand the conspiracies against these soulmates, and they will wish to repay that debt.

The world owes you and your kind a great deal.

May you finally rest in peace after the pressure of the burdens that you’ve so willingly carried.