Sarah Becker

Sarah was my first therapist, and I met her when I was 19 years old. She absolutely changed my life.

Her brightness, authenticity, kindness, and awareness inspired me to want to be more like her. Sarah taught me how to live. She taught me not only how to care for myself, but how to believe in myself. We saw each other every week for four years, and it’s difficult to put into words just how much she impacted my life.

I remember once she told me that when she looked at me, she saw a bright yellow light beaming from my head. At the time, I wore mostly dark colors, especially black. Since then, yellow has become my favorite color, and I now live in technicolor.

I am 29 years old now, and about a month ago I was watching a film where one of the actresses looked just like Sarah. I felt inspired to reach out and tell her about all the wonderful things happening in my life. I was excited to share how far I’ve come, thanks in large part to her guidance. I knew she would be proud.

Instead, I came across this forum and learned of Sarah’s passing.

It deeply saddens me that she is no longer shining her light in this world. Sarah was, and continues to be, a guiding light in my life—a voice of reason in my mind and a reminder of what it means to live with authenticity, compassion, and courage.

I pray that she is at peace.

My love goes out to all of her family, friends, colleagues, and loved ones who were fortunate enough to know her.

She was my mentor, my guide, and someone whose impact will stay with me forever.

Thank you, Sarah! 💛

I miss you girl. 💗

Sarah & I met in college. We had a couple classes together. The night before a big exam, we studied together all night & then I spent the night in her dorm room. When she saw me the next morning brushing my teeth, she said the funniest thing to me >> "Eleanor, you brush your teeth like you're from Chicago." (Which I am, like her!) Who notices how someone brushes her teeth based on where she's from?! Only our Sarah! She was fun, quirky, sweet, honest & very caring. I miss her w/ all my heart & always will. I'm a better person cuz she was in my life. I also find it almost poetic that she passed away on Juneteeth, a day that symbolizes freedom. She became free from her pain that day. I find great comfort knowing that she is looking down at all of us & watching over us & loving us back as much as we love her. Rest in peace, Sarah -- you deserve it.

Hey Homie.....in a joyful tone. For over 30 years, that was Sarah Bee.

I am not usually a sharer, but I was asked to, so I will. We met before she was known as "Sarah From the Real World" and I was with her the first time she got recognized in public. It was at a skateboarding competition in San Diego. She took the time to talk to EVERY SINGLE person who surrounded her that day. That was just who she was. She made every person she met feel like they were her best friend.

She was a roommate, a partner in crime, an instigating force for stupidity, a support system and oddly enough, the voice of reason. I feel privileged to have had her in my life in the fun times and the sad ones.

In these challenging times, the world needs more Sarah, not less.....I wish she would have stayed....

I met Sarah when I was 15 at my first real job at the local pharmacy. She was unlike anyone I had ever met. Free spirited, always ready for anything and loved to have fun no matter what she was doing. I was memorized by her entire being! I never knew we'd be forever connected and share the next 35 years of growth, tears, triumphs, and everything in between. She had a way of making all the people in her life feel special and that their individual relationship was important to her. I miss her with my whole heart. My life is forever changed by her being in it. 💛🐝💛

I can’t believe it has been a year.It has turned me upside down because she was the strongest person I knew. I told her all my secrets. We lived together for a time, we walked the train tracks, road bikes and blades with Tawny, she met my new born babies, and I hope I held her along the way. We met working a temp job packaging science kits for schools. It was a perfect way to get to know each other. We helped each other along the way with jobs and housing situations for over 20 years. I owe living in Slo (the second time) and Templeton to her. My favorite memory is her visor. She rocked that thing. Her golden locks fell so perfectly around it. Her hair was a piece of art. Her smile was also incredible. “Dude, you are so cool” was a phrase. Oh that smile. So deep and pure. Sarah Bee forever 🫶🏼🧚🏼🐝🩷

Sarah was an amazing girl. I want to tell the only story that to this day she was mad about, in a friend's mad kinda way. My friend Mark and I decided at 9:30pm at we were going to drive from basically Chicago to Woodward, PA to see a BMX freestyle contest. We didn't have a lot of money, it was a last second hair brained idea. So we asked if anyone else wanted to go. Sarah piped up,"I'm in!!". We asked if she had money, she said yes. So, we dropped her off at her house, ran to our houses, grabbed some clothes and left notes for our parents of our plans. We were 17.. Well, Sarah didn't leave a note.. Her Mom made so many phone calls. Haha.. So we meet back up and away we go. Made it to Woodward about an hour before the pro street started. Spent the night and stuck around for the vert contest the next day. Had a blast. As we're driving home, at around 3am. I can't stay awake anymore and ask Mark if he's good if I take a nap. He said,"Just fine!". About 3 minutes later I wake up to a crash. We pull off the side of the road and discover we bounced off a gaurdrail on the top of a hill with a big drop below. Sarah was still asleep. We stop at the next rest stop and wake Sarah up to see if she was hungry. She said yes and she would meet us in there. She walks up to the counter with us and the kid behind the counter locks onto her face. But we can see it's not attraction, it's something else. I look over at her and see it. I elbow Mark and he sees it. Kid takes our order and when he walks away, Sarah says,"Holy crap. He wants me. BAD!!". We both say,"No he doesn't. No with that face". She got mad,"WHAT!?!? Screw you guys, he does!". Mark and I both say,"Go look in the mirror". She walks into the bathroom and ask loud as you can say it,"YOU A**HOLES!!!". See, she used her Jansport backpack as a pillow. The zipper had dug into the side of her face. From her chin to her forehead. We didn't know until it was too late. It was so funny cuz she didn't even look up at the kid when he came with her food. So we introduced her. Told him she was single and the doctors say the scar will go away with time. I think she secretly loved it. Then we told her we almost died and and then she was like,"What? No. Ugh, you guys are such jerks". Then we showed her the broken lights, still didn't believe us. I don't think she ever knew what we saw up on the top of that hill. But she knew about the night she was the bride of Frankenstein. I miss her, so much.

Hi everybody, I'm Gabi, I made a fansite for Sarah back in the 90s after seeing her on The Real World and thinking she was the coolest person ever. She eventually found my website and we became friends, and I found out she was indeed the coolest person ever. She was like a big sister, a 'north' at pivotal (good and bad) points in my life, and I felt it was my duty to honor her with this website now (with the help of Robert P.) so her 'kickass' spirit lives on through our shared memories. Here's what I wrote a year ago:

I spent the last couple weeks thinking about my friend Sarah, where she might be now, if she was back in San Luis Obispo… last night I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and this morning I found out it was too late to reach out. My beautiful friend Sarah Bee, full of sunshine, a living breathing example of how to get unstuck, always with a plan for what she called the 'next chapter' of her life. She taught me that when an opportunity knocks, you gotta at least poke your head out the door to check it out. She was the first person to encourage me to move to California, before I even had a passport. She told me about this magic Soda Pop Stop place that had every soda imaginable...! She’s the one who took me on my first visit to the Griffith Observatory and to the Elliott Smith memorial wall, and by cosmic coincidence, I now live between the two. She’s also directly responsible for me liking Ween, Pee-wee Herman, Jansport backpacks, owning a good quality yoga mat, and wearing my hair up in a messy bun. Sarah really knew how to put together a care package, she gave me my first pair of Dickies, and my second, and my third.. oh, and koosh balls. All those koosh balls from the Real World Miami house? I proudly have them. But Sarah did not care for material possessions - she’d say her real jewelry were her teeth! Of all the things she taught me, the most important one is that you leave this world with nothing but what you give to others.
I can’t say that I am who I am because of Sarah, but I can definitely say that I stayed true to who I am, and was comfortable enough to become the person I was supposed to be, because of her. That's the most precious gift she gave me.
I love you Sarah (and I hope Heaven is full of miniature horses).