Thank you for attending the service today. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m one of Rayon’s best friends. After a two year long battle with HIV, we lost our beautiful soul on November 1st, 2013 at 9:35 a.m. Rayon wouldn’t want us to be sad about her death. She was always the bubbly charismatic girl that no one could we love so much. I remember how she’d take forever to get ready when we’d go out to the bar. She loved to look beautiful. She didn’t have to try very hard, but she always put so much effort into her look. She would save up her money so she could get her favorite lipstick, Mac Fusion Pink.
Rayon’s fragile looks made her seem vulnerable to those passing by. Like a porcelain doll. Our lovely Rayon had a heart that was filled with kindness though. It shone through the darkness of her illness. She never wanted to hear a word of her fate. She would hush you if you tried to ask her anything like that. Graceful and charismatic. She was also a saucy woman to say the least. Standing her ground when needed.
In her final days, she succumbed to her tragic fate. She had fought like any soldier would in a battle. This fragile woman struggled like the rest of us. In her last days, she withered away like a wilting rose. There was still a sliver of beauty in her deteriorating image. Just as she was about to pass on to a better life free of pain, she reached over to the bedside table and took her favorite red lipstick in her bone like fingers. “God, when I meet you I’m going to be pretty. I’m going to be a beautiful angel.” Applying one last coat before the hands of death took her and guided her back home.
In the wake of her passing, Rayon would not want us to mourn. She would want us to rejoice her life. If anything, she would want us to throw this big exuberant party in her honor. That is why we’ve gathered here. We’ve come together as friends to celebrate our dear friend’s life. We’ll never forget what a bright light Rayon was. She will continue to live on with us in our hearts. Let our friend find peace up where she is and may she look down on us and smile knowing that our love for her will never fade. One day, maybe we’ll meet again.