sailorfrank

You know we go through our lives and people pass into and out and you don't think twice.

But Belinda Bach wasn't exactly someone I didn't think twice about.

I have thought many times about the fateful last straw night at Rock City, when Ockham's Razor more or less died. When emotions over petty issues overwhelmed most of the members involved, and I hoped that everyone could move past it one day.

I regularly wondered how Belinda was doing, if she had composed any more brilliant pieces, or any new exciting arrangements of music. I hoped that she had grown as a person and been able to learn to really enjoy life without being bogged down by the crap.

I spoke well of my time working with her and the band to everyone I came across who enjoyed music or making music... shared stories of the good and bad times.

I did miss her. But even after all the death I've encountered, I always thought that she would achieve all the things she desired, that she would overcome all her demons, and be happy and die an old respected composer.

I was wrong, and it hurts.