Leslie and I were friends in high school having met, I think, my junior year. We spent many a Friday and Saturday night down in the pit that was Paul's basement doing all the ridiculous and juvenile things that high schoolers do.
When we went off to college (me to Wake and she to KU) I dropped in on her any time I visited KU doing the school year (she made a sangria that would kick your ass) and during the summers we spent an inordinate amount of time drinking margaritas and eating far too many chips at our local Mexican restaurant.
After college she landed outside of DC and I saw her frequently anytime I went to see Cindy. She was the first one of my friends to get married and with her husband went off to see the world. And though after that we saw less of each other I still kept in touch (though infrequently) and learned of her escapades through our various mutual high school friends.
She had a wicked sense of humor and a bit of a dark and brooding side I admired. She always made me laugh and was always, ALWAYS up for an adventure.
Three years ago today, on a beautiful sunny day in Kansas, she went to Target to do some shopping where some psychopath with an axe to grind with no one in particular shot her dead in her car in the parking lot. Senseless just isn't a good enough word to describe the end to her life. I think about her often and mourn the laughter that was silenced that day. If there was anyone that I knew that epitomized living life to its fullest it was Leslie Noble. So today I think I am going to live a little on the wild side and relish in the moment. I think that is what Leslie would have wanted us all to do a little more.....
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