I hate it when I lose a friend. I really do.
Sheila Brodsky was one hell of a gal. Rape survivor. Not victim. Survivor. Married to the cop who caught the case, the perp and Sheila's heart. Funny, feisty and highly respected, she was always happiest when surrounded by friends, and sipping a tasty scotch and water.
She left this world in J.J.'s arms. That's the only thing that's fair about her death at all.
Her whiskey voice, big-ass grin and sparkling eyes will be missed by all who knew and loved her.
My thoughts and prayers go out to J.J. and the rest of the family.
(And she probably would have gotten a huge kick out of the fact that the ad above her obit contains dancing cowboys. Seriously. Hold your cursor over that ad and those cowboys boogie. Delicious irony. Sheila always loved a guy in a cowboy hat!)
Update: The ads change every time you click on that Tribune link. If you happen to spot the boring mortgage ad with guys in silhouette from the waist up, wearing cowboy hats, that's the ad. Sorry.