Earlier this week I received an invitation to join a Facebook group. I didn't really understand it because it wasn't to support an author or an artist or an upcoming event. It was titled simply, Amber's Place. I recognized the person immediately.
The site was for Amber, someone I first met in 2015 when I worked as one of the Rainmakers at Lagoon.
I began reading the posts from the group and I realize this site was not to notify her friends of Amber's latest exploits, but as a way to honor her, a way for friends, family, and loved ones to remember her memory. It meant Amber was no longer with us.
Since 2015 I worked at Lagoon each season during Frightmares. If I remember correctly, Amber moved on to other things, other adventures. As with many social media "friends," I would catch up with what Amber was doing when she posted. But, as it happens with so many, people sort of fade into the digital mist.
I began noticing something interesting since I was accepted into the private Facebook group. Dozens, hundreds maybe, of post have flooded the page. Person after person posted memories of Amber, several added pictures. The stories, the events, times in college, times on stage, times behind the stage...it seemed everyone who ever knew or worked with Amber felt the need to add their experiences to the thread of wonderful, incredible tapestry of what Amber meant to them.
I guess this includes me, as well.
The condolences all seemed to have similar themes...what an amazing person Amber was, how she helped people through difficult times, how she literally changed many of their lives. They included memories of working with her on shows--tough shows, and almost everyone remembers laughing with her. I know it's been a few years, but I can't recall greeting her where a smile was not included. She had a personality that was infectious and full of light. Though the word is overused so many times, in this instance it is true. Amber was special.
Today, I looked through my photos from the summer and fall of 2015. Amber would occasionally work with us on our Rainmaker show--we needed helpers to make sure no one was injured by the cart and to help with crowd control. I see a person content with making others look good--not needing to be the star. That can be a rare trait for someone in the entertainment industry.
But, the one time I remember most was when she subbed in the Hackenslash show during Frightmares. After the show I asked if I could take pictures of her holding her chainsaw. I remember the joy and appreciation she felt after I forwarded her the shots. She loved them and I was glad I could do something to bring her such joy.
It's been a few days since I joined the Facebook group and the posts have not stopped. I suppose they'll continue for several days, maybe even weeks. Amber was just that kind of person. I'm glad I was able to know her, even if it was for a short time. I'm sad she's no longer with us, but reading the comments, seeing the photographs from others makes me feel blessed I was part of a special group, a person welcomed into Amber's Place.
God's speed Amber. I'm sure where you are now is filled with people so happy you're there with them, just as we were when you were with us.
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