Lauren Echo / Wren Cipher / Harpy Candor, @gynoidwren, whatever name you knew her under, was my best friend in the world. She was my family. She was my ex girlfriend. She was my unbelievably frustrating roommate. She was my often literal partner in crime. She was so many things, but most of all she was a constant in my life for over a decade. We got our first apartment together. I learned how to be an adult with her. We supported each other back and forth for a decade, and I don't know how I will manage without her now.
She killed herself on Tuesday night. It was not a surprise. We knew it was coming, and did everything we could to prevent it, but it finally caught up to her.
She fought so hard, for so long, in a world that treated her like a statistical error at best. She fought for herself, and she fought for others. She did more activist work than anyone I've ever met, throwing herself into the fray over and over and letting it eat into her for the sake of others, even while her loved ones all kept trying to get her to spend literally any of that energy on taking care of herself.
She was the most unique person I've ever met. Over and over, talking with her friends and exs, I'll mention something and they'll all laugh and cry and say how HER that was. She had such a strong presence. You couldn't get her wrong for long, and you'd be hard pressed to misunderstand her even though she didn't make understanding her easy. She was 100000 idiosyncrasies in 100 lbs of pissed off goth. She was never like anyone else. I moved out of my dads home into hers and spent all of my adulthood to date with her, and never felt like we were on the same page of existence. She was always at an angle to the world, but never let it grind down her edges. To the very end .
We met when I was 17 or 18, on the bus from Boulder to Denver. She was wearing a vlogbrothers shirt and I complimented it but was too shy to talk more to her, so I sat behind her and hoped shed talk to me. She passed me a note over the seat with introductions and questions. It feels like the rest of my life unfurls from that moment. Through friendship, through dating, through breaking up but staying family, through still living together, through meeting my now-fianceé and bringing her into me and Harpy's fold. People keep telling me that they don't know how to describe what I was to her. That's ok, I don't know how to describe what we were to each other either.
I miss her so much. There's not words for how much I already miss her. I've spent days now texting, calling, messaging, talking to people and the sheer amount of people who love her and miss her feels so huge that it feels like something should be visible. There should be a miasma floating over Denver, over the world, one so thick you could lay on it. One that would block out the sun.
There's nothing to say really. I'm desperately sad and feel like I'm rebuilding my life. I'm not ok, It's bad and I feel bad, but relative to the situation I'm doing surprisingly ok.
I miss you, harpy. I wish you were still here. I love you. Im glad you're not in pain anymore. Thank you for being my family. Thank you for being.















