To her family and friends, Kiersten Rickenbach Cerveny had it all.
“This was so out of character . . . I know this was atypical,” one said.
“She was human,” another said. “People forget that because she was so perfect.”
Even those who didn’t know the 38-year-old New Yorker would likely draw the same conclusion.
One look at her Facebook page — since renamed “Remembering Kiersten Rickenbach Cerveny” — would have been, until last Sunday, enough to induce envy in almost anyone.
Her photo album is vast. She was photogenic, well-loved, well-travelled. On April 5, 2008, she is seen celebrating “my 30th birthday in Turks and Caicos” with her handsome future husband Andrew, also a dermatologist.
In another pic, they are seen dressed up for a formal event, looking utterly carefree. “Wow!” posted a user. “What a good-looking couple!”
There are pictures of Kiersten sailing in Jackie O-style sunglasses, on holiday in Hawaii, partying in New Orleans, lounging après-ski in Whistler, swathed in a thick spa robe and, later, dining by the fireplace. There are photos of her three adorable, beaming children, the youngest now a little over 1 year old. She lived with her family in a $1.64 million home in Manhasset, Long Island, and her life — at least on Facebook — seemed to be filled with equally good-looking, happy people living equally privileged lives.
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