Today is the ten-year anniversary of the first death I ever knew.
Ginger Pierce Davis died on May 28th, 1998. Those of you who’ve known me for awhile know that I tend to post something about her each year around this time… Maybe it’s morbid, but it was a defining moment in my young life. She was 21 years old, had a preexisting heart condition, and died in Jersey City where she lived with Marc Alan Steier, who would later become one of my dearest friends.
Of course I wonder what her life would be like if she was still with us… But that’s just rampant speculation. Who would’ve guessed ten years ago that my life would’ve taken me to New Mexico, back to Florida, up to Charlotte, down to Tampa, and up to Charlotte again? Ginger was living in Jersey City, working with Roundabout Theatre Company in Times Square. Maybe by now she would’ve been a professional actress, or singer… Maybe a dominatrix. Ten years is a long time — it’s completely impossible to say what her life might’ve been like by now.
I just know that I miss her.