Sophie Alexandra Musgrave Reid

MUSGRAVE REID, Sophie Alexandra On September 8, 2021 (who could be blamed for being a year late with her child's obituary?) of an accidental overdose of Fentanyl and Benzos. Sophie, due Christmas Day, popped out on January 4, 1989, two weeks late, like a tiny, shiny lifesaver. Predeceased by her father, Stephen Reid in 2018, she has left behind a tsunami of sorrow, a family whose hearts have been blown wide open: her mother, Susan Musgrave, sister Charlotte and nieces Lucca and Beatrice; Auntie Mary and Tio Bob, her wolf dog Boss, who still senses her presence in the wild spirits who walk this earth, and countless friends. Nietzsche said that out of chaos comes a dancing star. Sophie loved helping others; she freely gave away her belongings if she felt someone needed them more. She loved horses, doggos, "kickidats" (kitty-cats), Haida Gwaii, Ireland, toasters (according to her early art work), shopping, working out, eating healthily, feeding people, singing, swimming, sports, all kinds of music, from Billie Holiday to rap. There seemed nothing about life Sophie didn't love. When she was nine, she and her dad went to Cuba. They danced in the ballroom of a derelict mansion in the rain. Shortly before her death, in Vernon, she told me if she ever died, she knew her dad would be waiting for her in a ballroom. A psychic friend of Charlotte's dreamed of Sophie a week after her death: Sophie wore a ballgown, and, like a star, she danced.