I was perusing the BBC Essex site while at lunch at work today, when I happened upon an article about a crash that happened on Monday night at 10:45 on the A1114, involving a 25 year old woman – well loads of them about – but driving a silver MR2. I instinctively thought “Pam’s got a silver MR2 – and she’s 25″. I immediately texted James as he’d been giving her advice the previous night about domain names. No James hadn’t heard from her. I hadn’t had a reply from the text I’d sent earlier in the morning. How could I find out?
Facebook comes into it’s own at times like these. I visited her profile and sure enough, there were a few RIP messages. “This can’t really be true” I was thinking. An hour or 2 later, James sent a link to another media source that stated the young woman had been named as Pamela Willis.
I have been wavering between crying, anger and disbelief all afternoon and evening and it doesn’t seem to be stopping. James is the same.

I met Pammy “Freckles” Willis last January/February time when she started work at the same place as James and I. James actually became a lot more friendly with her as they were working on projects together, but it didn’t take long for us to start chatting and as we lived just down the road from each other, we started going to see her while she was working at Baroosh, then going out after! It was easy to see why she was so popular. She gave everyone a chance, and never judged anyone and she genuinely didn’t have a bad bone in her body. I have never heard her run anyone down – even when they deserved it. Within months we were close friends and I knew I could trust her with my life.
Her MR2 was her baby and nothing would make her part with it! Her laugh was so infectious (and loud) and I loved hearing it. She single handedly brought back the phrase “pickle”!
Going shopping with her she would make me try on things I would never consider buying, and I would actually like some of them!
Looking at Pam’s Facebook page today, it is full of tributes to this wonderful woman.
To know Pammy was to know a special friend who would always be there for you.

I was missing you already as I haven’t seen you since panto, but I am now missing you so much more. I love you loads and send a big *hug* to you.
I can’t even think about the fact I will never see you again pickle, but I will try and learn a life’s lesson – never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

Read James’ thoughts on Pammy.

BBC Report
Evening Star Report
Essex Police
Essex Chronicle

I have now set up a permanent page in tribute to Pammy that will always be accessible on my website.

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