tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50995852360370041422024-03-19T13:43:22.261-07:00Estelle CullenThis site is to honour the life and memories of Estelle.Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-13388574292366078582011-03-27T14:30:00.000-07:002011-05-09T16:15:41.909-07:00From Mel <style>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hello everyone <br />
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For those of you I haven’t met, my name is Melissa and I am Estelle’s eldest sister. Thank you all so much for being here today to honour Estelle’s life. I’m not ready to ‘celebrate’ it yet – how can such a tragic end to a life with so much more to embrace be celebrated. But I will honour her life, the life she had lived so very well. <br />
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I will share a few memories that I have of Estelle as my sister – starting with the day she was born. I distinctly remember waving Mum & Dad off as they went to the hospital and Dad telling us the next day we had a new baby sister called Estelle. As Mum will tell anyone who will listen, she was the “perfect baby” – she ate and slept – and the title “perfect baby” was one that she was happy to claim and remind any of us about quite smugly whenever baby conversations took place. I remember her sleeping peacefully in her little white bassinette outside under the apple tree in our house in Henderson and when I look at her white place of rest today I have to believe she is once more sleeping peacefully. <br />
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Estelle had long thick dark blonde hair as a little girl and I remember her having it tied up in piggy tails with multi-coloured ribbons – even as a little girl she was particular about things matching and being just so. Estelle also suffered from Asthma as a child and I remember her being whisked away to hospital during the night after having an asthma attack – being so young I was very frightened for her. That fear returned and was just as strong and frightening when I realized that Estelle’s place of work had collapsed in the earthquake. <br />
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There was six years between us I was always in a different school to her and by the time she had reached her teens I had gone to England and so there is a lot of time when I didn’t see much of her growing up. I do recall a conversation when at the tender age of 16 she had determined her personal style “sophisticated with a touch of elegance but with a natural look”. We all thought that hilarious at the time but true to form – that was the woman she became. <br />
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There are so many words to describe Estelle. She was meticulous, fastidious, committed, loyal, hilarious, and an amazing communicator. Smart, insightful, soft hearted. She was a list writer, was constantly doing a budget and always had a plan – it’s hard to know where to stop when describing Estelle. <br />
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In the last six months Estelle was the happiest I had known her to be. She was loved and in love and she and Jacob had great plans for the future. Hayley and I are just torn apart at losing you Estelle and not seeing you fulfill your hopes and dreams. We will look after Jacob, Shadow and Rosie – they are our family whether you are here in body or not. We know you will be worried about them. <br />
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Three weeks prior to losing Estelle, she and Jacob joined Hayley, myself and our families for the most fabulous “kiwi summer holiday” in the Marlborough Sounds. We had such good times. We ate well, drank well, played nicely. Estelle had some really good quality time with her nephews and niece. They loved their Auntie Stellie and telling them they won’t see her again has been horrendous. The weather on our holiday was outstanding and Estelle learnt how to kneeboard and man she was a tough chick. Justin my husband had given her the “how to kneeboard 101” talk and she was off. Hayley and I watched as she bounced all over the bay convinced she was going to come off any second and then you could see her suddenly straighten up and then she was flying ! where most people would fall off, Estelle’s steely determination wouldn’t let her. She remembered her instructions, put them into practice and was looking like she had been doing it all her life in no time. Being towed around on the biscuit took a little less skill but again she never came off and the grin on her face when she came into the beach was priceless and a memory I will hold with me forever. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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When I waved her goodbye on February 8th I had no idea that would be the last time I would see my baby sister. When I reflect on that time now, I have to wonder if that was the universes last gift to us – a week of precious, precious memories. <br />
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The realization that Estelle was in the PGC building was one of the worst moments of my life. The time until we found her worse than that and saying our goodbyes, knowing that she will never make me cry with laughter again is gut wrenching. Her quick wit, intelligence and sense of humour was something I always admired. Her sense of the ridiculous was infectious and so often we would just not be able to stop laughing about the most inane things. I will really miss that. <br />
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I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why Estelle had to be taken away from us. We all needed her in our lives and the empty space in my heart is just cavernous. <br />
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Facing the future without her seems unimaginable but as with all things, we will endure and I know in time the pain will lessen. <br />
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My darling, beautiful, funny, smart, talented sister – I used to be so afraid of dying but I’m not scared anymore because I know now that when the day comes I will see you again. <br />
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My heart is hurting, my soul is wounded but I will remember you everyday for the rest of my life. <br />
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Rest easy darling girl. I love you. </span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-57909720090964812032011-03-27T14:27:00.000-07:002011-03-27T14:27:46.793-07:00From Michaela Pinkney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Never in my thoughts did I ever imagine I would be doing this today. I am absolutely heartbroken that you are no longer with us. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle you know I have always loved and cared for you as a sister. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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I feel so blessed to have known you since the day you were born. Our parents were close friends which meant that we got to grow up together. We have so many precious memories throughout our 32 years of friendship that I will now cherish forever. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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I remember when we were young girls, the first night we had a sleepover at my house. Our families had been at the beach that day and we both begged our parents for more time together. In the end they gave in and we were so excited. From then on, sleepovers were a regular occurrence with our parents taking turns of driving us all over town to see each other. In our late teens Liz and I would drive out west to pick Estelle up on a Friday afternoon and we’d take off on our road trips belting out our favourite solid gold classics such as ‘California Dreaming’, ‘The Rose’ and ‘Father and Son’ to name a few. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle always kept me updated on her family’s lives and well being. She is an extremely proud aunty and would excitedly share the news when Melissa and Hayley were pregnant. She would send photos of Isla, Flynn and Riley and she was very much looking forward to the arrival of Hayley and Rhys’ second baby girl. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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I spoke to Estelle the week before the earthquake. Jacob and Estelle’s life plans were falling into place. They had sold their house, bought a section and were about to start building a beautiful family home together. Babies were on the cards for this year. She told me she’d had an amazing holiday with Jacob, Hayley, Melissa and the family. It was clear to me that she was completely happy with her life. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle is a beautiful person, very strong, caring, generous, committed, kind, and intelligent, she showed maturity beyond her years. She always knew her mind, was level headed, and I can honestly say she is one of the funniest people I know and you were guaranteed a very hearty laugh whenever Estelle was around. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle you are a true friend. One that I have trusted to tell anything and everything to. You know some of my secrets that perhaps no one else will ever know. You have made a huge impact on my life, and the lives of my family, and I know that you have helped to define the person that I am today. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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I am left in so much pain and turmoil. I know that my world is a much lesser place without you. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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But my words don't even begin to convey the deep sadness and heartbreak that I am feeling for you. Your life has been taken away too soon. Losing you is a tragedy and one of lives cruellest blows. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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You will be deeply missed by so many. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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I am proud to call you my friend. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle, I love you</span> </div></div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-67094655599445844632011-03-24T23:02:00.000-07:002011-03-24T23:02:05.938-07:00From Joanna Miller<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Estelle, 'Stellie' our wonderful friend, one of a kind, a person who has entered one's life and it's become richer and fuller and more wonderful than you ever thought it could be. Everyone will have their own quirky and special memories of our gorgeous Stellie.<br />
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We met in Dunedin, where we flatted together, the Highgate girls were formed, Estelle, Genevieve, Janice and I, we all became great friends. One day we decided to brighten up the Highgate flat to match who lived there. We repainted the rooms in bright colours: Lounge, yellow, Genevieve's, green and that suited our Irish friend Janice that moved in later. Mine, red and Estelle's sky blue, fresh and calm and not a thing out of place. You know how every house has a smell, well Highgate not only smelt of Estelle's great perfume collection but also her Febreze fabric freshener when Stellie was on one of her many cleaning frenzies. Stellie was the first person I met that hung up all her T-shirts, and she had a lot. She was always a smart dresser and took pride in her appearance.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Estelle had a love for shoes and fashion. She worked at Glasson's and Barefoot during her student years which was a perfect match for her lay-by addiction. <br />
Stellie was very committed to her university life. I remember one icy morning seeing her put on woolley socks over the top of her shoes so she wouldn't slip down the highgate hill. Other people would have stayed at home.<br />
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I will always treasure the fun times, the large Absolute vodkas and glasses of Sauvignon wine we had together and living normal day to day life.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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After both of us having experienced OE's at different times we came to live in Christchurch to be closer to our families. We played social netball and touch together, lots of fun with a very competitive edge. I will miss our lunchtime Chai Latte's and catch up's. It made me giggle when she would get out her diary and tick off 'meet Joey for lunch' then she would remember she had done another job that morning but it wasn't written down so she would write it in, then tick it off, priceless.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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One special memory was when I won a Hanmer Springs competition for two, I took Stellie. We got pampered, stayed at The Heritage, had pizza and wine and even played poker, perfect weekend. Another time away was the Hokitika Wild Food Festival great time camping, crazy foods, great beer and awesome company. These are just a few happy memories but there are plenty more.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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It was exciting seeing Estelle and Jacob's relationship blossom. We loved hearing of your big plans together. I am grateful that you found true love with Jacob.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Stellie you have a strong beautiful spirit within you. I have seen many of your strengths. I appreciate your wisdom, courage, brilliant sense of humour, wit and loving nature.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Stellie it is time to say goodbye to a wonderful friend but I know you will always be with us.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Love you gorgeous girl x</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-64453317496849550682011-03-24T23:00:00.001-07:002011-03-24T23:00:49.558-07:00From Craig Edwards<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I knew Estelle through my partner Michaela and found her to be warm, caring, quick with a smile and a laugh. A person that always made you feel happy to be in her company. I was lucky enough to spend time with her wherever we were in the world be it New Zealand, Australia or the UK. I knew that Estelle & Michaela had that most precious of commodities, true friendship. Estelle was a constant. The friends that was always there to share the latest news, provide a sympathetic ear or whatever was required. As Michaela and I built our life together we always expected that Estelle would be a part of it. <br />
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Having now heard from those that knew her best Estelle was everything that I knew her to be and more to so many people. She bought happiness and laughter to so many. A tragic loss, she'll be sorely missed but never forgotten.</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-15646316198663018692011-03-22T00:42:00.001-07:002011-03-22T00:42:11.875-07:00From Ian Martin<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Azza and I first met Estelle when she was Jacobs flatmate, we both knew there was a spark between them straight away and I think we both tried to give Jake a subtle (or not so subtle) nudge to say 'Go For It!'. <br />
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Estelle was always so positive and I don't think I recall her ever getting stressed of flustered, if she did she must have had the best poker face. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle's sense of humour was a bit hit and miss at times. Some of the jokes she told were very funny and witty and some of them were ummm not. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Then one night our lives changed forever, begrudgingly and with a little encouragement from Jake she revealed her 'Seasons Greetings' joke. It was bloody hilarious and still makes me laugh. Just recently a friend of ours who had never met Estelle asked what she was like. I told her how lovely and caring she was and how she loved her jokes. I told the Seasons Greetings joke to a room of people who had never heard it before and everyone laughed damn hard. It will be nice to know that she made people laugh and smile even though she had never met them. <br />
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We think that you and Jake would have been the greatest parents. When you said that you were going to start a family in the near future I was so excited for you both and for Azza. I know the joy that being an Uncle can bring (9 times myself) and we were both looking forward to being the sort of Uncles that would bring the noisiest presents we could find!! </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Aaron and I will miss you Estelle. You brought so much happiness into our life. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Lots of love Azza, Ian and Billie</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-75047945495664064352011-03-22T00:41:00.000-07:002011-03-22T17:13:12.876-07:00From Amy Scott<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hi there, <br />
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I met gorgeous Estelle through our beautiful friend Jo Miller. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">We had a weekend together at the Hokitika Wild Food Festival in 2006. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She was such a gorgeous person - and I just wanted to share these photos with you all - and send you big hugs... </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I am devastated by the loss of Estelle as I'm sure many many others are... She was such a shining bright light. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I kept up to date with Estelle's happenings through Jo and was soo excited for her when I heard about her finding a wonderful man. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I hope that you get some comfort from knowing that people all over the world and NZ are thinking of you all at this tragic time...and are sending lots of love and hugs. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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take care </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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lots of love </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Amy Scott</span><br />
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It was before she met you Jake and when I'd just met nige. Not the best photo but unfortunately the only one I have - got too drunk to take any more :-)</span> <br />
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Estelle would have been shocked to realise the impact and influence she had been in so many lives. It will be her testimony for many years, living in the hearts and minds of so many. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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And I am no exception, it has made me think deeply about myself, how I am and how I can change/improve as a human. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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A short while ago, a wise Maori gentleman shared with me the now haunting words “He aha te mea nui o te ao? He tangata! He tangata! He tangata!” </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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What is the most important thing in the world? It is people! It is people! It is people! </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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That reality has hit home with so many of us as an aftermath of the Christchurch tragedy. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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But the more relevant observation for me is that while Estelle may not have known these words, she was the living embodiment of this principle. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She simply lit up peoples lives. When she entered a room, her magnificent, sincere, winning smile just won people over, and it was so natural. Estelle never sought to be the centre of attention, but she was no wallflower. Her presence in any group was peaceful, powerful and fun loving. . Estelle just being Estelle won hearts all over the world. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She got so much joy out of the simple things in life; a shared conversation, a laugh, watching a young child. This is so evident from the photos I have seen. There is one of her as a child with a magnificent scowl on her face and even that makes people laugh. I am sure I am right in saying that in all of the others I have seen the smile is present, and it is always in the eyes, so genuine. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle had a huge influence on my family, and it will live on. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Thank you is so inadequate but sincerely expressed is still appropriate. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle Marie Cullen, a wonderful gift to us all, a tragic loss. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Rest in peace Estelle, and keep smiling just as we will always remember you. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Love – Mike Pinkney</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-55220693842840567082011-03-22T00:30:00.001-07:002011-03-22T00:30:53.471-07:00From Chris White<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So many thoughts go through my mind when thinking about Estelle. Such a tragic halt to what was an incredible person and her journey. In reading her e-mails over the last year it seemed as though it was all coming together for her. I was proud to have her as a friend.</span><ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The first e-mail on my birthday every year (perhaps b/c we shared the same b/day, but still great to receive)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Annual CD’s from the EMC, even though she claimed how out of the loop she was re: kiwi music, seen as how hard it was to keep up with it all!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her love of Arial font</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Reminding me to avoid the media doom & gloom during the GFC</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The 19 yr. old who took a greyhound bus from LA to Dallas</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Working at Cantina Laredo, valeting at the Blarney Stone, temping for Ntelicor. Through all of it she started life lasting friendships and touched everyone with her personality</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her love of ‘motivational successories’</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her visits through Dallas, and reminding me that the South island was the ‘bestest place’ in the world</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Never understanding why she loved the state fair of Texas</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sharing stories about her ‘builder boy’ and how she’d landed a good one</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">An innate ability to laugh at herself, and her ridiculously funny stories</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her outlook on life and the smile that came with it</span></li>
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Chris</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-64935565691984230212011-03-14T01:29:00.001-07:002011-03-14T01:34:51.512-07:00From Anne Landeman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13oD8HiziMv0mgvCO08XydCSq6s3tMrKfks8SZsZS3dAQxq7e008abxPOWyTDDowhmbRWy0fXJhiVAYq9RPpXrd7eEadObYFLxZs8sCUTEByzyRZAAkytwGTClQRQ4HTOTZJuIInGj6HR/s1600/Estelle+Perth+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13oD8HiziMv0mgvCO08XydCSq6s3tMrKfks8SZsZS3dAQxq7e008abxPOWyTDDowhmbRWy0fXJhiVAYq9RPpXrd7eEadObYFLxZs8sCUTEByzyRZAAkytwGTClQRQ4HTOTZJuIInGj6HR/s320/Estelle+Perth+3.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEdp6mtpQ5OYKybLHTLUS5m3Ia44lRvGneGTGbwmyzLVL8H3JIAUAUKYRkBBK0kFaSjDfiswWV-907w-M_tgOaHH7DIVKQQIzL7qvhlgHrBWUsPy5HqEGjVBTMk1yMKZOcf4ii6gCKc5b/s1600/Estelle+Perth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEdp6mtpQ5OYKybLHTLUS5m3Ia44lRvGneGTGbwmyzLVL8H3JIAUAUKYRkBBK0kFaSjDfiswWV-907w-M_tgOaHH7DIVKQQIzL7qvhlgHrBWUsPy5HqEGjVBTMk1yMKZOcf4ii6gCKc5b/s320/Estelle+Perth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWaLVmBVElDnQ0Dc5OzVcsYK405ZFLfJKWnCkboPkKeft5ciym82Ee8AZLXA0fQbUrNfbC4QLMfpG9oEJCLqibd_EewXTXBGnesKpTT6bKJo74455JCwlNCVBOL2ljA_Z4bSufUBD6d3j/s1600/Estelle+Perth+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWaLVmBVElDnQ0Dc5OzVcsYK405ZFLfJKWnCkboPkKeft5ciym82Ee8AZLXA0fQbUrNfbC4QLMfpG9oEJCLqibd_EewXTXBGnesKpTT6bKJo74455JCwlNCVBOL2ljA_Z4bSufUBD6d3j/s320/Estelle+Perth+1.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Estelle, you enriched the lives of everyone who knew you, we will miss your smiling face and your gently loving nature. You will remain in our heart and our memories. <br />
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Anne Landeman</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-44799220782774125282011-03-14T01:28:00.001-07:002011-03-14T01:28:04.031-07:00From Holly Byers<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">On a professional level Estelle worked at Street Legal Shoes part time for around 5 years working in the Dunedin store and then when she moved to Chch helped out up there when she was needed on top of her full time job. She was a staff member that you would want all your staff to be, if you could do a model of the perfect employee it would be Estelle, she made a impact on all those she met and came into contact with. She had a natural warmth, was always happy, and was so much fun to work alongside with. She is going to be so sadly missed by all those who worked with her.<br />
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On a personal level I met Estelle through work at Street Legal Shoes and became good friends when she was living in Dunedin, she was the most wonderful person, I wish I had stayed in contact with her more over the last couple of years but I know that if I had met up with her again it would have been like no time had gone by at all. I am going to miss her, she was a strong, independent, loving, beautiful women who had the most wicked sense of humour and very quick witted we had so many laughs. This blog just shows how much she was loved and how much she touched everyone she met. She looks like she was so happy and its so nice that she had met the one but so sad her life was cut short we have lost aaa amazing woman. Long live the memories. Going to miss you Stelly xoxoxoxoxoxoxxo</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Holly Byers</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-39733230529227911982011-03-14T01:26:00.001-07:002011-03-14T01:26:39.068-07:00From Justin Sims<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">My name is Justin Sims and I am still in disbelief at the tragic loss of Estelle. <br />
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As part of the Sims family, I spent a large part of my childhood growing up with children from the Cullen, Pinkney and Bradley Families. This mainly occurred when we travelled to Auckland for school holiday fun and good times with these families or they visited us at our rural property in Whangarei. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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For ‘country boys’ like my Brother Eugene and I, there was always anticipation at visiting the ‘Big Smoke’ and although I did not appreciate it at the time, looking back now the ‘city kids’ were equally enthusiastic about visiting us ‘up North’ feeding animals, getting into outdoor mischief and trips to the beach. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I think I was the oldest and Estelle the youngest (I can even remember her as a small baby!) of us and have very fond memories of these holidays and special times spent together over many years with Estelle and her sisters, Hayley and Melissa – the Cullen family were really good fun to be with as we grew up and the Sims, Cullen, Pinkney and Bradley kids really got on so very well it almost felt like we were related at times. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Although I have not had so much contact with Estelle in recent years, I had an opportunity to catch up with her last year which was a very pleasant surprise. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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What was not a surprise to me was to find the positive, successful and wonderful young woman Estelle had matured into in the few years since I had seen her last. I really enjoyed seeing Estelle again and felt proud to know her as a friend, as I am sure most who came into contact with her will have. <br />
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I can only imagine the pain and sense of loss that Jocelyn, Lloyd, Melissa, Hayley and the Cullen family and friends must be going through – I am sorry that I am unable to attend the funeral and will be thinking of you all on Wednesday. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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The only words that I hope can offer you some comfort is to say that we have all been touched by Estelle, a very special lady - your daughter, sister, friend or colleague. Be proud of Estelle, cherish the special memories you hold and celebrate the much too brief time we had with her in our lives. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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With sincerest sympathy </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Justin Sims 16 March 2011</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-56906392399597276872011-03-14T01:24:00.001-07:002011-03-14T01:24:32.928-07:00From Anne Birkinshaw<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I hadn’t seen Estelle for quite a while, since Melissa and Justin’s wedding, but I remember her very clearly from my early days in NZ back in 1995. Jocelyn, Melissa and Estelle were kind enough to let me stay with them when I first arrived here and Estelle and I got on really well, even though she was still at school and a number of years younger than me. She had such an awesome and witty sense of humour and a maturity beyond her years even then. My favourite memory is of her getting ready for prom in the silver dress and that big hair!!! <br />
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I can see from what people have written over the past few weeks and photos that have been posted that she went on to become a beautiful, successful and much loved young woman. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I know you will all miss her like mad and I'm so sorry for your loss, but in some way she will always be with you - treasure your memories and I hope in time that you can smile as you remember her. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Anne xx</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-37365275110431183182011-03-14T01:23:00.001-07:002011-03-14T01:23:06.117-07:00From Margo & Paul Kennedy<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Wow! Lots of fond memories of Estelle!! Wasn’t Towel just a quirky and unique, but cool chick. <br />
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Her well known talent of identifying perfumes was kinda freaky. Early on I was convinced she only knew the names of the perfumes I wore, however I stood corrected many times when she showed off her 6th sense when out in a group. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Once we ventured to a one day international at the mighty house of pain – found a primo spot on the terrace, and as we settled in for the day I will never forget Towel unpacking her bag as though she was at the beach for the afternoon, with all her gossip magazines. I’m sure she didn’t see a ball bowled that day, or even know what was going on. But she had fun!! </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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When Towel worked in Dunedin, she worked in insurance on Princes St and always had her finger on the pulse as her office was literally on the street front - nobody got past without being noticed. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I also remember her working (and shopping) at Street Legal shoes, feeding her appetite for shoes. She always seemed to find time for a gossip between customers. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She loved Carla’s bulldog ‘Roger’, which in my mind kind of explains why her favourite All Black at the time was Anton Oliver!!? I can still hear Towel now defending Anton, as the rest of us struggled to see his finer points? </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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In more recent times there was a ‘gang’ of us that ventured to Phuket for Carla and Cory’s wedding. I am thankful now of that time as apart from being an incredible ‘carefree’ week, it now has much greater significance with the memories that this trip installed. It is with sadness that Towel will not be part of any future ventures. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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For an amazing person with an incredibly unique, bubbly, generous, outgoing perspective on life you will be truly missed. We were blessed to know you. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Margo & PK xxox</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-73139146299095601052011-03-11T23:59:00.000-08:002011-03-11T23:59:15.009-08:00From Fiona Togia<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Estelle giggling cross legged on the floor at Frank-Evans place , as Jamie the West Highland White eats an apple. Dogs just shouldn’t do that. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Estelle endlessly refolding and resorting her clothes in the wardrobe, even though they were perfectly folded and in colour, size and style type already. <br />
Estelle in really large nightshirts her father delivered in t-shirt stacks. <br />
Estelle mad as heck because her sisters messed the bathroom. <br />
Estelle with legs forever. <br />
Estelle with the eyes that talk. Flashing her ire, telling us silently with those eyes, “You can’t be serious.” Eyes full of love for her mother. Laughing eyes. <br />
I knew Estelle the fledgling, just beginning to test the wind for the direction of flight. So much potential, such passion and contained energy. <br />
Estelle have you had enough of the world? The world did not have enough of you. <br />
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Estelle at peace. Gone too soon.</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-8061434826127097652011-03-11T23:30:00.001-08:002011-03-11T23:30:00.097-08:00From Marilyn Pinkney<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Estelle, you beautiful girl. <br />
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I have so many memories of you going right back to the night you were born – babysitting Melissa & Hayley whilst Jocelyn & Lloyd were at the hospital welcoming you into the world. So many memories of you being with our family, most especially when you were little and Michaela’s special ‘cuz’ and friend…. Lots of excellent travelling together between Auckland and Wellington, Auckland and Tauranga, and Auckland and Whangarei… you and Michaela singing away in the front seats (I loved our tradition of each of us taking turns to have a CD of our choice playing) and me propped up comfortably with cushions in the back… being chauffeured by you two in my own car…. . You were so easy going, fun yet peaceful to be around. More recently you were a friend to me – being my mate at family do’s - sharing a bedroom at Margaret River – driving around in the back of Michaela & Craig’s car, up and down WA. My most recent memory was last year when you were the peacemaker between Michaela and I – I was so thankful for your good sense that day, helping me gain perspective over a misunderstanding between Michaela and me….. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle, you know all the answers now….. I will keep you in my prayers, and ask you to keep ‘stirring away up there’ for all of us. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Lovely, darling girl – gone far too soon….. we are all at a loss to understand this… <br />
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Marilyn xx</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-23581629220482869412011-03-10T23:26:00.000-08:002011-03-10T23:26:01.093-08:00From Nic Holborow<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">What can I say about Estelle? The first time I met her was in Benuu in Dunedin. We were all standing around the bar, she was with some friends and I was with Hayley and Carla and I remember thinking she looked hot! She had just come from work and was looking very corporate whereas we had rocked up from home in jeans and looking pretty average! <br />
Some good times were had with those 3 girls in Rosebery Street. <br />
Stellie introduced me to my favourite cocktail- a Mojito- and I have never looked back to to the boring wine list. <br />
I remember her fierce protection of Carla's bull dog Roger who was the most god awful ugly thing you had ever seem. But he had won a place in Estelle's heart -slobber and all-and she wouldn't hear a bad word about him. <br />
She had a very quietly dry sense of humour. She could always be relied upon for pulling out one liners that would just have you in stitches. <br />
Estelle I haven't seen you for a few years now and I'm really sad that I won't get to have any more good times with you again. <br />
You are a very special person and I know you have left a gaping hole in the hearts of many, especially your amazing family who I promise we will keep supporting and loving for you. <br />
Know that you will always be remembered and loved. Travel safe on your journey sweet girl. <br />
Nicxo</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-45869996887205856102011-03-10T23:24:00.001-08:002011-03-10T23:24:42.768-08:00From Sharon Yap<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I am missing you, my wonderful, beautiful friend</span>.Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-50743445485028895522011-03-10T00:17:00.001-08:002011-03-10T00:17:32.897-08:00From Kerri Orchard<div class="ReadMsgBody" id="mpf0_readMsgBodyContainer" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="SandboxScopeClass ExternalClass" id="mpf0_MsgContainer"><span style="font-size: small;">Dearest Stelly - You are my favourite sister-in-law and I'm so pleased I told you more than once just to "shame on your grundies". I loved you like a sister and I cannot believe you have been taken from us so soon. Jacob adored you and it just won't be the same meeting with the dogs in the park, or popping round to see you both pottering away and doing jobs around the place. You will always have a special place in my heart and forever be in my thoughts. No doubt you and Mum have met and are swapping dusting techniques - she would love you just as much as we do. <br />
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I am so grateful that you were part of our life and family and have been blessed and honoured to have known you. I loved your quirky sense of humour and to see the way you and Jacob bounced off of each other. Such a shame when you had your future together all planned out with the new pad ready to be built and plans to start a wee family too. You may be gone from our sight, but definitely not from our memories. Thank you for being your gorgeous self and sharing your life with us. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Love Kerri xx</span> </div></div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-80519318567613842832011-03-08T20:06:00.001-08:002011-03-08T20:06:42.399-08:00From Sharon Lucas<div class="ReadMsgBody" id="mpf0_readMsgBodyContainer" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="SandboxScopeClass ExternalClass" id="mpf0_MsgContainer"><span style="font-size: small;">Estelle was a loved and important person in the lives of my Auckland family (Pinkney's) and this made her important to our family also. <br />
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The memory I have of Estelle was of a young girl who very much (to me) resembled her maternal grandmother. As an adolescent she had the height, poise and voice of her grandmother -- when I met her again as a grown woman I noted that she had perfected those qualities and was quite stunning. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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She was much loved in life - too much to be forgotten in death. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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R.I.P. Estelle. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Sharon Lucas ( Rob, Steve & Cathy also) </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Wellington</span></div></div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-58433108625105114772011-03-08T20:05:00.001-08:002011-03-08T20:05:52.259-08:00From Janice Clarke<div class="ecxSection1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hey Stellie, <br />
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I wish that you were still here and soon I would receive a whitty reply. Jacob and your sisters have been so brave and ashamedly I’ve spoken to Joey more in the past 2 weeks than I have in 2 years. They always say it takes a tragedy to bring people together again. I just never imagined we’d lose a friend in such unbelievable circumstances, it’s still so hard to believe. I wish I’d spoken to you more and kept better contact but it’s too late now and the sadness that fills my heart every time I let myself remember that I’ll never see you again is awful. I’m so glad that Jonny met you in NZ so he knew you too and can share my grief. Mum, Dad, Avril, Stephie, Yvonne, Kathryn, Linda and all the other Irish that you met when you & Carla visited remember you too which is nice, Dad described you as the ‘lovely big tall girl’ which you know to take no offence as he did describe me as ‘a lovely big bride’, it’s just his aul way of talking. The saddest irony of this which makes me so angry is that you were so happy and had so many plans with Jacob. I’ve read your last email so many times and it breaks my heart that you had found your soul mate and were hoping to start a family in a new home and your dreams have been smashed. My deepest sympathy is with Jacob who is just heartbroken but he is doing you proud Stel & keeping everyone posted on your funeral plans and gathering up photos etc. I’m so glad that you had that trip with Hayley, Melissa & families and they will treasure those times forever. Everyone will miss you heaps Stellie but you were such a strong character we won’t ever forget you. I’ll always remember the night we sat outside Highgate and sang the full version of Miss American Pie together, I have that CD you made up for me and I’ll sing it again with G, Joey & Carla when we get together in July. How bizarre is it that we are getting together in July...if only you were coming too. I found the photo of us pulling your ‘scary rabbit’ face, Joey and I laughed hard about that - I have no idea now how that started but it still cracks me up. Those days in Highgate with you girls were some of the best days of my life, you & Joey made me into a real girl! I think I learned more about housework from you than my Mum! Your funeral will be the day before St. Paddy’s, we always had a blast in Dunnos but then again it never took much of an excuse for us to have a party! We’ll drink a gallon of the finest NZ Sauvignon Blanc to your memory in July Stellie and talk ourselves purple about how great you are, then we’ll sing and dance till the floor nearly falls out of my mobile and laugh and laugh till we can hear you laughing with us... But anyways I just wanted to say goodbye and tell you that I’ll always love you and miss you heaps. I’ll never understand why this happened but if there is a heaven I hope you are there smiling down on us, if you miss Rosie my old dog Cassie is up there somewhere, big hairy golden retriever, I’m sure she’ll be happy to keep you company. I don’t know many others up there apart from a few old crusties but I’m sure you’ll mingle and be as popular there as you were here, making people laugh and feel good! <br />
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Until we meet again my friend take care. Love ya heaps doll. Jan xxx <br />
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PS: A hotpress is just the cupboard with the hot water tank in it where you keep towels & linen, not for developing photos, growing weed or making pancakes!! Trust you to think of all those crazy ideas though!! LOL ;o)</span></div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-46752336203447594332011-03-08T00:06:00.000-08:002011-03-10T23:23:10.871-08:00From Karlene Beattie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpkYBHhV81nzRy4BBO9Ym5b2IDLJgvhJFt2ZINXDRrTPrSFq9a2Rvp-apdSArWzucsoQZ8NXtROi2nw8q2VeswTs8fdH2Ut2YQHVs7QHIlDDP9TLlAAjU9s_FHEF2_78DTZyge7z7vDD9/s1600/Cullen+girls+in+younger+years.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpkYBHhV81nzRy4BBO9Ym5b2IDLJgvhJFt2ZINXDRrTPrSFq9a2Rvp-apdSArWzucsoQZ8NXtROi2nw8q2VeswTs8fdH2Ut2YQHVs7QHIlDDP9TLlAAjU9s_FHEF2_78DTZyge7z7vDD9/s320/Cullen+girls+in+younger+years.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVl6qSreomNuvFh7EpzCfE8-uDxtoPZgpUL_6b8WqpDR5cQ6bOX3WDMIahT4jp4Nj2GT6YBGTYwO0sLSysAuJa9zrcIb0N5T5FH3qTMC07HGQfSeFUnbIX23TgDcvdUrD67c5XSmxVcRJ/s1600/Estelle+in+Juliette%2527s+21st+book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVl6qSreomNuvFh7EpzCfE8-uDxtoPZgpUL_6b8WqpDR5cQ6bOX3WDMIahT4jp4Nj2GT6YBGTYwO0sLSysAuJa9zrcIb0N5T5FH3qTMC07HGQfSeFUnbIX23TgDcvdUrD67c5XSmxVcRJ/s320/Estelle+in+Juliette%2527s+21st+book.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUoOKe904EWmlJr4f8auYWuErNZtdYupEUlgNM2Q-dKrKhiSOtZLd_ICQaIgiu9Vyz0Mc6YVNA6scJ8eFH2i5G6nbBzTTf_qm20tJR7TADKX5nQ1iCI8KcWYIb35r2ucuxPQNHraIw5Qxs/s1600/Estelle+Lloyd+Pop%2527s+at+Pop+80th+1989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUoOKe904EWmlJr4f8auYWuErNZtdYupEUlgNM2Q-dKrKhiSOtZLd_ICQaIgiu9Vyz0Mc6YVNA6scJ8eFH2i5G6nbBzTTf_qm20tJR7TADKX5nQ1iCI8KcWYIb35r2ucuxPQNHraIw5Qxs/s320/Estelle+Lloyd+Pop%2527s+at+Pop+80th+1989.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjef5oiJzDWyjLu5-KUSjlXtF7yohCTyWd8mCVM9e1ZenTEPAxo1NUfnw1Pfl8vQPXZzz0_RbF9ErwH7Ul6UGCE_RYy4tLqagsWFQHuMw8C2WFATVoxvuiFA6OPgd5lmd_NUUahEENEVSQI/s1600/Pop+Estelle+Teresa+in+Te+Puke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjef5oiJzDWyjLu5-KUSjlXtF7yohCTyWd8mCVM9e1ZenTEPAxo1NUfnw1Pfl8vQPXZzz0_RbF9ErwH7Ul6UGCE_RYy4tLqagsWFQHuMw8C2WFATVoxvuiFA6OPgd5lmd_NUUahEENEVSQI/s320/Pop+Estelle+Teresa+in+Te+Puke.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The photos..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cullen girls in younger years at our house in Tawa, Wellington (Rochelle, Hayley, Juliette, Karlene (front), Estelle, Melissa)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Estelle in Juliette's 21st book - Estelle would ring and say "Hiiiiiiiiiiii - it's meeeeeeee" and Mum would say "Yes Estelle, you can come for the weekend!".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Estelle, Lloyd & Pop at Pop's 80th in 1989 - at our house in Mairangi Bay, Auckland</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Pop, Estelle & Teresa - at Aunty Renais and Uncles Rich's place in Te Puke</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Estelle, Karlene & Melissa - at Waimairi Beach Café on 11th September 2010</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dear Estelle,</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">We spent time together in our younger years - getting up to mischief as you and Juliette paired off, Rochelle & Hayley and Melissa and I. I remember visits from your Nana Stace at your house in Henderson and numerous fun times in your pool and backyard. I didn't see much of you in your 20's as we all grew up and moved on to different cities and countries. But in a funny kind of way I feel like I've caught up on your 20's - living through the fun times as I read the wonderful memories your friends have of you. You certainly lit up many lives and you will live on in my memory. You were a loving friend to many and I feel blessed that you were both a friend and a cousin. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">My most recent memory of you is when we met at the Waimairi Beach Café when I was down from Auckland for a friend's 40th - just the week after the first earthquake. I had the nicest catch up with you and Melissa and I remember thinking you lit up the room as you walked in. You knew a few people in the café, and I got the feeling you knew someone everywhere you went! Your peach cardigan was gorgeous and I hunted high and low for the same necklace but the shop had sold out. My impression of you was that you were very stylish and loved accessories. I feel very lucky to have seen you on that trip - little did I know it would be the last time we would meet.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I will think of you now, as I do my housework (yes, I like a clean house too!) and re-organise my wardrobe. When I'm next shopping for clothes and jewellery, I will think of you. But most of all, when I think of you I will think of… "Sunshine through my window, that's what you are, my shining star"… (from a favourite Gabrielle song "Sunshine"). Whether it be a shining star or a bird flying free, we know that you'll be watching over us from somewhere.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Before I finish, I want you to know how amazing your sisters have been. Coming from a trio of girls myself, I can only imagine how hard it must be for them right now. You would be so so very proud of them, as they are of you. I have not met Jacob yet but I can tell from the photos of you and him that you were very much in love and Hayley and Melissa will take good care of him. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Love from your cousin, Karlene x</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal"><br />
</div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-68026026211126234252011-03-08T00:01:00.000-08:002011-03-08T00:01:02.746-08:00From Merritt Martin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVD6SINi-qm3KF10WUDerIUGOjhIMSv-KXa4PasTM3AOmXT15o9trx9ikPQjqTMthJkKWw8Iw0IPyJxRYCm-Z3ZAXZKAoL-QXCYiOhnopOt8I8RE9Yob8qMYfA6_h-d9nObQ8Q5vmOwYJe/s1600/Estelle+-+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVD6SINi-qm3KF10WUDerIUGOjhIMSv-KXa4PasTM3AOmXT15o9trx9ikPQjqTMthJkKWw8Iw0IPyJxRYCm-Z3ZAXZKAoL-QXCYiOhnopOt8I8RE9Yob8qMYfA6_h-d9nObQ8Q5vmOwYJe/s320/Estelle+-+01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyzIPrSL8rQ4xI8DYjtJrwqzI7G2IfeGHRRTfB0XfSLu-6sz4jYjrG4LG_ukLXcVNJiVdVFVjSJ7uejZ90Ywqk7-EcYbaBmam1kZSeHRvr4qaYdYO4kzJgj0bmhXLOSbH7UprXgfHMhI_/s1600/Estelle+-+03_US+farewell+with+Jen+and+Merritt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyzIPrSL8rQ4xI8DYjtJrwqzI7G2IfeGHRRTfB0XfSLu-6sz4jYjrG4LG_ukLXcVNJiVdVFVjSJ7uejZ90Ywqk7-EcYbaBmam1kZSeHRvr4qaYdYO4kzJgj0bmhXLOSbH7UprXgfHMhI_/s320/Estelle+-+03_US+farewell+with+Jen+and+Merritt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYGOVsl1uiSVMIL9ks9uVVVfdKKw2j8kzmMbNpR7RstRRjoeK8WobSm7pwnN-tH-rMbeVNRMJcVe9Xc9ZQtHbcuKMq4YjiN66zRN-El6BS2_24lm3wjsCLx8FxR3OBogH-j7K9GaHVTJQ/s1600/Estelle+-+06_not+playing+tennis+with+MM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYGOVsl1uiSVMIL9ks9uVVVfdKKw2j8kzmMbNpR7RstRRjoeK8WobSm7pwnN-tH-rMbeVNRMJcVe9Xc9ZQtHbcuKMq4YjiN66zRN-El6BS2_24lm3wjsCLx8FxR3OBogH-j7K9GaHVTJQ/s320/Estelle+-+06_not+playing+tennis+with+MM.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF6hoq0IIzgdUXynYXkNIgrAbPNNm9703LkUqjyVAkZTPXprkg4BPx8Uu6sP93BEP3tjMN7I4fiNAWttjh_PviUdtgOePUDvdenk46h5I94MTCgKNW9bs3A5hQ6I0nWcqdQPaDjJioJwB/s1600/Estelle+-+12_a+book+of+letters+we+sent+back+and+forth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF6hoq0IIzgdUXynYXkNIgrAbPNNm9703LkUqjyVAkZTPXprkg4BPx8Uu6sP93BEP3tjMN7I4fiNAWttjh_PviUdtgOePUDvdenk46h5I94MTCgKNW9bs3A5hQ6I0nWcqdQPaDjJioJwB/s320/Estelle+-+12_a+book+of+letters+we+sent+back+and+forth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> <o:PixelsPerInch>72</o:PixelsPerInch> <o:TargetScreenSize>1024x768</o:TargetScreenSize> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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</style> <![endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Touched By A Kiwi: My Friendship with Estelle <br />
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My name is Merritt and I will admit: I am a kiwiphile. Since I was a young girl I have been enamored by all things related to New Zealand—books, music, poetry, Maori mythology and people. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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In my early twenties, my friends and I hung out at a local Irish pub in Dallas called the Blarney Stone. The pub hosted a large population of NZ rugby players and transplants. I was smitten. Thanks to a sporty friend of mine, we befriended some of the gents, but there was only so much I could chat about with them. There was a girl around my age, but I thought it probably too strange to just walk up to her and say, “You’re from New Zealand? That’s awesome! Let’s be friends!” So I waited. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Then I ran right into Xena: Warrior Princess and decided there was no longer any reason to be shy. Estelle was decked out head-to-toe for Halloween, bringing NZ to TX via Lucy Lawless. The witch and the Warrior Princess became fast friends. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Now, it seems like two young girls becoming friends at a bar doesn’t bode well for good conversation or meaningful sharing, but fortunately, we were committed to more than just drinks on Lower Greenville Avenue. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle and I would run random errands to the grocery store, sit transferring each others CDs to cassettes (back when people still listened to those), watch bad TV shows, go to see bands play and music shop. But during that time we also talked. And once I got better at understanding her accent, we talked a lot. Apparently, I am one of those people who takes on other people’s accents, and it was even a running joke amongst my friends that whenever Estelle was around, I sounded like a faint version of her. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Speaking of my friends, every single one of them (and they were a tough lot) loved Estelle immediately. They took to her as if she’d been there all along. My flatmate Jen would sass her in her patented way and E would return it like a pro. Suzy was thankful someone else was around that was as tall and as silly as she was. Matty attempted to start a campaign to get Estelle to record stories and books on tape so he could listen to them for bedtime stories (he also thought it was a no-fail business plan) because her voice was so melodic and lovely. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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When it came time for her to go back to New Zealand, I was so upset. Through all my silly boy drama and our fun times, Stelly had truly taught me a different way of approaching things. Kia kaha, she’d taught me. She was realistic, but ever positive. She was philosophical, but completely humble and relatable. She was a beautiful person already at such a young age. And, she had in a few months, changed my way of thinking from sourpuss twenty-something to optimistic young woman. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Upon leaving, Stell gave me a greenstone and it became one of my most prized possessions. She said someday it would take me to New Zealand so it could visit its home. She wanted to help me along with my dream of traveling there…and she, of course, was making a tough day more positive. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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We emailed and wrote for years. She returned to visit, and each time I saw her—even if it was just for a dinner—I felt like I was seeing a long-lost sister. I felt a connection to her that made me feel like I had support across the world. If I thought of Estelle—which I did often over the 12 years I’ve known her and will continue to do always—I felt like perhaps she was also thinking of me. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She’d send me amazing pieces of jewelry—even one piece she made—and oh, her great style. I wear all of it so often. I’ve always cherished it but now, it means so much more in that I feel like I’m wearing her energy. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She supported me through breaks-ups with humor—the BEST sense of humor. Stories of flatmate Genevieve and never-ending boxes of chocolate. Strange Korean ladies who tossed Dentyne chewing gum to her favorite NZers on their hikes. Listening to Bob Dylan’s greatest on repeat in a South Korean bar called Woodstock. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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She uplifted me after my witnessing my mother’s heart attack with an insight that now, rings both heartbreaking and comforting: She wrote, “It’s occurrences like that that make you realise how precious life is, and it reinforces my philosophy of if I died tomorrow, would I be happy? I am a huge believer of that train of thought…” </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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And I know she was so very happy. If anyone conveyed that in life—even as she worked to achieve her degree or work abroad—it was Estelle. She could be in a down mood, but she always had something she could look at or think on to find happiness in. And a wish for others to do the same. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Unfortunately, Stelly and I hadn’t been in touch recently. We’d lost track of addresses in various relocations and just life, I think. I had been thinking, “I need to email Estelle. But I’ll wait until tonight/tomorrow when I can have a chunk of time to tell her everything.” For far too long. It’s silly really. I should have taken a cue from Stell-Bell herself and just said, “Hello, lady!” to get the ball rolling again. I think it always just seemed—as it does with the best memories—like our times were only yesterday, and we had all the time in the world to recapture them. But now, I think again and hope it’s certain that when I thought of her, she might have thought of me…knowing (somehow, some way) that over the course of being out of touch, we had both (at what I can estimate to actually be around the same time) found and fell in love with wonderful men named Jacob. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Yes, we even found soul mates with the same name, same blonde-brown hair and kind eyes. It almost seems like all the times she closed her letters with wishes “love & sunshine!” worked for Estelle and me both. I don’t doubt that really. She was that powerful a positive force. The sun is shining more beautifully than it has all year right now as I write this, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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In fact, I feel so strongly that she’s still very much a part of me, a part of the air, a part of the world I live in. It may sound strange or silly to some, but I don’t mind. In reading our letters I was reminded of sending her a care package with some chimes in it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence, either, that after I heard of the earthquake, I noticed our chimes banging loudly outside and immediately googled her when I couldn’t find her on Facebook to see if I could track down where she worked…and oh, how my heart sank when I found the address, hoping my urgent emails would be answered. Or that after I observed the two-minute silence here, the bells at a nearby church rang earlier and for longer than their typical hour-marker called for. Or that just now, a bell rang yet again outside. She’s our Stell-Bell and I’m more than happy to have her ringing strong in my life as long as possible. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Estelle brought people together, and staying true to fashion, it’s because of her that I now have contact with new and old friends (thank you, Facebook, for making that easier!). I’ve been able to reconnect with her sis Hayley and some great Blarney folk. I’ve met online her best friends from life, her awesome flatmate G, her beloved Jake. I’ve made friends that knew our girl and I’m honored, welcoming any and all others. I think that’s another way she is still with me. To all of you missing and loving her, I will continue to send love your way. As she taught me, kia kaha. Please don’t be strangers. (That goes for you too, Stelly.) </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</style> <![endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Lovely” is defined as something delightful due to its possessing beauty, harmony or grace. Another lesser-known definition of the word: Estelle Cullen. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Lovely, beautiful and amazing are words often over-used or misused in popular culture describing things like cars, dresses and celebrity, but when referring to Estelle, such words couldn’t possibly ring truer. </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Merritt Martin </span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Dallas, TX</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>The Estelle </b><br />
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If anyone has a plan to toast Estelle but isn’t sure what with, this is a cocktail the Blarney Stone in Dallas, TX named after her and served as “The Estelle” circa 1999-2002: </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Mandarin vodka </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Tonic <br />
Splash of orange juice <br />
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Serve in a tall glass with a straw. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Enjoy and think of Estelle.</span></i> <div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-63230857209515778102011-03-07T23:33:00.000-08:002011-03-07T23:33:12.418-08:00From Courtney McHugh<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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I had written pages of stuff and then thought it's just too much - I'm sure there'll be so many memories and thoughts already written .... so I've just added words that remind me of her and are thigns that I know she liked - don't know if they're any use <br />
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Chocolate</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Cheese & Crackers<br />
Shapeshifter<br />
Kora<br />
Tiki Tane<br />
Jewellery<br />
Hats<br />
Korea<br />
Texas<br />
Key Lime Pie<br />
Sauvignon Blanc<br />
Anton Oliver<br />
Rosie<br />
Our weekly walk around Hagley Park on our lunch breaks<br />
So many shoes under her desk she needed a box<br />
Otago scarf hanging by her desk<br />
Camping at Benmore & Gore Bay<br />
Playing cards in the tent<br />
Early morning swim in the freezing lake<br />
Dinner parties<br />
Going to the races for her birthday<br />
Stopping at each others desks to chat ... whispering when it was personal conversations<br />
Checking her hair when she thought it had been dyed grey ... and confirming her fears<br />
Silly jokes<br />
Barbeques at Andrea's<br />
Barbeques in our tiny courtyard in Waltham<br />
Jake's Waitangi Day birthday bbq when I burnt my leg <br />
Meeting Jake for the first time outside Toast in Lordships Lane and seeing Estelle's smile<br />
Singing along to songs we loved<br />
Dressing up as Pat Benetar and Cheryl West<br />
Being on the social committee together<br />
A great friend who always listened and really cared<br />
A lovely woman who I will dearly miss.<br />
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Thanks</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
Courtney</span>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099585236037004142.post-64843356760271390422011-03-07T15:17:00.001-08:002011-03-07T15:17:42.042-08:00From Terry Donnell<div style="font-family: tahoma,'new york',times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">To the family and Jacob,<br />
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The lose of anyone is the hardest thing we will have to face, no one can really know how your feel as we are all different, I was told at a time of great lose, That we never lose someone we never forget. This has stayed with me for over twenty two years. Estelle has left us all with so many memories, She had a way of seeing the best in everyone that is credit to her parents and her up bringing, that is a pride only you can have, as you read these emails and txts I hope in some way you will find a little time in your grief to feel that.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Jacob the love you sheared is yours and yours alone hold on to those moments and don't let go. <br />
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God bless<br />
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Terry (the pome) </span> </div></div>Honouring Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634247408391432031noreply@blogger.com0