|Chelsea Brindle Thabrew, 8. January 1977 - 29 March 2010|
"Chelsea, to her family and friends, was firstly a lover of nature. Barefooted, shy, freespirited, observing the little things in a bigger world, mending a broken wing, hatching a duckling, nurturing her chickens, plucking tiny wildflowers and looking up their names. Admiring dewdrops captured in the petals of a flower, untangling hedgehogs from the fishing netting of the tennis court. Exploring, learning, and investigating and always asking why?
Her first degree, a master's in biology was followed by her first real job, research into the co-dependence of native mistletoe and bell birds. Based in the Canterbury bush, they were some of the happiest days in her busy life. She was amazed when her findings were included in a publication. Such was her modesty.
She was sensitive, observant, insecure, artistic and creative, quiet, and contemplative, modest and private. Popular, loyal, quaint, quick witted and quirky, and funny. A great and fast talker! She loved learning, loved drawing, loved creating small whimsical gifts. She loved music and reading and always the wandering and exploring.
As a doer, always doing, she was attuned to the needs of others, and her passion for cooking and baking resulted in little treats for friends in need of nurturing. Beautifully packaged and presented. She was fastidious - a perfectionist.
Then came medicine, and she adored it all. The hands-on with patients, the research, and always the learning, the why? It was as a house surgeon that she met Hiran, a paediatrician retraining as a psychiatrist, and was completely blown away by him. Courtship followed and she knew he was the one.
Travel became a passion as she immersed herself in diverse cultures, soaking up the colours and smells of life. She couldn't get enough. The joy she showed that she had found her soul mate in Hiran was there for all to see. She glowed, she blossomed. She was so proud of him, in awe of him and she told us she never really felt worthy of him. In her, he saw not only the beautiful girl she was, but her inner potential, buried under layers of self doubt.
Try as she did to become the whole person for him, and for herself, she felt the continual failure and emotional conflict that ensued, as torment that would forever frustrate and hurt her beloved Hiran. She loved him above all else, and the knowledge of the pain and anguish that their differences were causing was more than she could bear. As a deeply loving and private person she felt disloyal discussing their tragic situation.
To free her Hiran of this burden, Chelsea took her life in the tragic belief that it would make life better for the one she loved beyond beyond. How wrong she was.
Chelsea was cremated barefooted, wrapped in the vibrant quilt made for her twenty first birthday by the twenty-one most significant people in her life up to that time. 'Bear Bear' snuggled in beside, and a pair of elegant 'heels' from Hiran -just in case."
That was copied directly from the obituary on the Canterbury University website.