Bridget FlackAge 28
11 Dec 2020
Melbourne, Victoria (Australia)
Bridget's body was found in brushland at around 5pm on Friday 11th December. She had last been seen on Monday 30th November.
Victoria Police have confirmed that a body found in bushland is that of missing Melbourne woman Bridget Flack, who was reported missing two weeks ago.
Flack’s remains were found by a member of the community at Willsmere-Chandler Park in Kew East about 5pm on Friday.
The 28-year-old woman had been staying with a school friend and colleague in Carlton in the weeks before her disappearance. She told her friend she was going for a walk at the Yarra Bend Park on November 30 but never returned.
Her older sister, Angela Pucci Love, said their family was “forever indebted” to Melbourne’s LGBTIQ community and a Facebook group dedicated to finding the union worker and DJ.
“You have included us in her world without question or judgement and for that we are forever grateful,” Love posted on the group on Sunday and gave AAP permission to publish.
‘No one on this earth deserves to feel less than worthy of an amazing life.’
“This network of amazing people ultimately led us to finding our beautiful girl and in turn meant we can put her beautiful body and soul to rest, and we too can begin to heal.”
Love said her sister’s legacy would be “just as fierce as she was”.
Bridget Flack, who passed away recently, had told a close friend that if anything happened to her, she’d like people to share her writing. I have just been reading through this, devastated by her incredible wit and humour. Please read and share https://t.co/mIdlBx2KzA— Shane (@shane_marble) December 11, 2020
Bridget's blog is https://thingsidontreallymean.wordpress.com/.
All of the streets around here are No Standing zones. These pavements belong to the quick, and you move too slowly to follow. You slink along with a chaplet of roses about your orange hair, A sunset kaleidoscope visible only in flashes as I rush past. Today, I turned onto an unfamiliar street to find it empty and unhurried. Beyond the fibro houses, in among the scrub, I watched a ball of fire gently burning. I followed at a tiptoe, and lay down in that place until I was alone again. I am coming home with a flower tucked discreetly behind my ear.
-- "No flowers", by Bridget Flack