Libby was one of the original beautiful people that I met, even though I didn’t really understand that at the time. I met her in the Black Voices Gospel Choir at UVA. She was a charismatic, outspoken person whose energy and heart are infectious. Some of my most cherished memories of UVA were choir rehearsal where she would be buzzing around, saying “yaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!” with her hand pointed in the direction of her latest amusement. She was loved by everyone, because she just has a way of making you comfortable and making you laugh.
She became one of my sisters, and I always cherished her. There was something about her presence that spoke to me. I began to call her “Aunty,” because she had a comforting presence of wisdom and love. She had advice and experience that she was not afraid to share. There were countless moments when I would visit her in her room and just sit on her bed to be near her. And whenever I saw her, I could tackle her in a hug. I absolutely LOVE good hugs, and she seemed to understand giving good hugs. Even to this day, the last time I saw her, we did our usual routine. We stand a good 5 feet apart, me getting pumped and her laughing at my excitement, and then we nod at each other and run to embrace. She is such a genuine person. Her depth of spirit and strength are only reflected by her glowing outer beauty. And the joy that she brings… indescribable. Spend 2 minutes in her presence, and I guarantee you’ll be smiling from the inside out.
We have recently reconnected, and I’m so glad. Libby, I love you, and I thank you for what you have done and who you have been in my life.
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