IN MEMORY OF SARA ANNE JONES


On September 4, 2012 Sara Anne Jones was taken from this world far too soon.  At 24 years of age, she had more than just "her whole life ahead of her."  I never met Sara, I never spoke to her, Sara didn't even know I existed.  I doubt she ever read my review of her film TOAD ROAD, yet somehow, this death has shaken me.  A lot of it has to do with her VERY young age, the way I attached myself to her character in the a fore mentioned film, and the tragedy that is unrealized potential.  There's a decidedly slim amount of information regarding the "how."  I'm trying not to let my morbid curiosity get the better of me.  I don't really need to be (nor should I be) privy to any of the details surrounding her death.  That being said:  when the time comes, and TOAD ROAD is available for genre fans to view, I hope you'll all take the opportunity to watch and appreciate Sara's moment.  Incidentally, a moment in which she shined quite brightly. Who knows:  maybe (and I do hope so) Sara is now at peace and even more "alive" than before.  

I'll leave you now with two things:  a quietly apt poem Sara wrote and a very short, but considering the circumstances, powerful clip of her simply "being."  REST IN PEACE...


A sleepwalking pair of twilight kids
Their breath shimmering like halos
Bought the village with their
Crimson high last night.
Now, the avenue is split
Half soldiers-
Half demons
A lucky few still sleeping.
And I, striking matches with all the
fans pointed at me like cannonball fire
Care far too little
Which one I will become. 

~ Sara Anne Jones