As a small virtual gift to you, I'm going to share one of my favorite memories with the world wide web:
Beth and I lived together a little under two years, mostly sharing the same room. Since we were both incredibly social extroverts (and I'm afraid of the dark), it only made sense to keep sharing a room when we moved to California together and were living in a two-bedroom rental. Most of the nights I slept on an air mattress on the floor of her room were pretty funny and resulted in us hysterically laughing, but one memory that immediately comes to mind is the night I got engaged. Playing with a new ring on my finger, I drifted off into a blissful sleep dreaming about wedding dresses and honeymoon spots when I was abruptly awakened by hysterical screams and chaos. A pantless and still-sleeping Bethany had pounced off her bed in a panic, swooped up all her blankets and pillows from her bed and threw her back against the wall on the other side of the room, catching her breath from screaming out "HELP ME, HELP ME, SOMEBODY HELP ME". In a sheer panic, I jolted out of bed and looked around the room for an intruder. Realizing it was just a dream, she crawled back into her bed and fell fast asleep. I was, of course, up for hours and way too terrified to fall back asleep. Apparently she had a dream that a bus was driving straight into our house and she had to get out of the way. And rescue the bedding.
This story is just the tip of the iceberg of memories I have with this lady! I wish we could play a round of cards, watch Will & Grace and split a bowl of cheese dip in celebration of your life. Oh Bethy, living in California is absolutely not the same without you. You have been greatly woven into the cloth of my life for the past two years and I hope we are living in the same spot, if not the same house, again.
We love you!