My dear friend Nathalie, fantasy writer and mum to one beautiful daughter and a horde of beautiful cats, passed away last week in her sleep following a suspected aneurysm. She was 34.
I met Nathalie online around 11 years ago, when we were both members of Fantasy Writers.Org and Livejournal. She was a talented writer, fluent in at least three languages and able to get by in a couple more. I remember when she fell pregnant with her daughter, how excited she was because she thought she couldn’t have children, so the Wee Viking, as we always called her, was a surprise and a gift, and Natty shared pictures of her growing up, learning to ride, learning to dance, hugging their many cats. How can all that come to such a sudden end?
We met in real life just the once, in the Central Station in Brussels just before Christmas. Chris and I had gone on a mini-break to Antwerp to celebrate our tenth anniversary (so this must have been 2008), and Nathalie, with her boyfriend and the Wee Viking who would have been about 18 months old, made the two-hour car journey from Mons in what was rapidly becoming a blizzard just so she could have coffee with us before we caught the Eurostar back to London. I can’t remember what we talked about, just that we talked and talked and drank coffee and watched the Wee Viking practice wobbly walking up and down the concourse until we nearly missed our train and had to run to catch it.
We worked together for many years, Natty worked as a translator for a small Walloon film production company and I would check her English translation to make it more idiomatic (and to make sure she hadn’t written anything mad!) We wrote about interactive animation festivals, brochures that would be shown and the Cannes Film Festival. We wrote (a lot) about tax shelters in the Belgian film industry, sending each other emails full of “zzzzzzzz” when we were bored. We were always emailing, and often texting. She promised she would come to BristolCon when her Wee Viking was older. I promised I would take her out for coffee somewhere that wasn’t a freezing station concourse. We were only kept apart by money and geography, but we knew there would be plenty of time to get around that.
Only last week, suddenly, there was no time left.
We liked the same books, and we would send each other books for Christmas. We liked the same TV, the same music, we talked a lot about Doctor Who, dEUS and Placebo.
I wish I could have spent more time with her.
Sleep well, my beautiful Nathalie. You’ll always be in my thoughts.
Sophie E Tallis said:
OMG! I am so so very sorry Joanne. This is dreadful news. I cannot fathom the awful coincidences between you and your lovely dear friend and what happened to my dear friend, Lindsey, only this year! Both talented fantasy writers, both thrilled to be a mum, both taken cruelly and suddenly by an aneurysm! I’d only met Linds the once too although we spoke every day and we had planned to do so many things together. Ugh. Ye gods, I am so so sorry sweetie for your loss. Terrible, just terrible. Sending you lots of hugs. 😦 XXXXXXXXXXX
*Hugs back* 😦 Thank you for your lovely words Xx
This is an absolute tragedy for all concerned (especially the cats).
Hugs and buckets loads of sympathy.
Thank you xxx
How desperately sad…:( My thoughts are with you – and with her family, especially the wee Viking who now is facing the world without his mother. The only comfort must be that she didn’t suffer. Take carexxx
Thank you so much 🙂
I didn’t know her like you did and really only knew her throughly her writings as wordofwyrd but she was a very talented young woman and the world is a less happy place without her. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend.
Thank you, much love xxx