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Ita Anderson

Los Angeles, California

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January 4, 1969 - January 2015 ita "Serenada" Anderson, 46, passed away at her home in West Los Angeles. A native of Kingston, Jamaica, she also lived in England, Montreal, New Orleans, and Detroit before moving to Los Angeles. She graduated with a degree in computer science from McGill...

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Ita was a very special person and a client that I enjoyed working with in placing her with 2 of my clients as a Business Systems Analyst and Project Manager. She always had a quiet glow about her and was considered a true professional. She worked out quite often at Krav Maga in West LA which was in the same building as my office. I will always have find memories of working with her. She is truly missed and I consider myself blessed to have met and worked with her.

"And if I didn't know better, I"d think you were talking to me I still feel you, all around." Miss you.

i continue to regularly check this place because - who could ever fail to fall in love with ita's indomitable, creative, witty, creative spirit? the years do no diminish the loss.

I know your molecules are still out there, in every drop of rain. Miss you, love. We really miss you.

Prof Anderson and Ambassor Anderson and Moji, I am so very truly sorry for this loss. I just found out ! I am so very sorry..

We still feel you, all around.

I can only reiterate what's already been said here. Ita was (and how weird it is to type 'was' in relation to Ita) kinda, fierce, funny, charming, smart, engaging. She touched so many people with her wit, discipline and intellect. You are missed, Ita.

Love you, ita. Every time I see a picture of my granddaughter - born within a few days of your birthday - I see something of you in her eyes. Her birth and your death are inextricably connected.

What is remembered, lives. And there's no way anyone could ever forget you. So you live. And we're all richer for that.

Your tiny copy of "The Art Of War" never leaves me. It lives in a zip compartment inside my purse. We will never not love you and miss you. And I will never forgive the universe for the loss of you.