Thanks, Gud.
Time to slay. Vampires of the world beware!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
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Topic!Cindy - Apr 27, 2005 7:47:32 am PDT #5995 of 10001
What is even happening?
Cashmere - Apr 27, 2005 7:47:47 am PDT #5996 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
{{{Cindy}}} I'm so sorry.
Sparky1 - Apr 27, 2005 7:48:04 am PDT #5997 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
{{Cindy}}
A loss like that is always hard, and just because he's got the peace you prayed for doesn't mean you won't mourn him.
Susan W. - Apr 27, 2005 7:48:08 am PDT #5998 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
{{{Cindy}}}
Frankenbuddha - Apr 27, 2005 7:50:14 am PDT #5999 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
{{{Cindy}}}
Even when it's expected, it's wrenching.
Or, to quote Tara "It's always sudden."
-t - Apr 27, 2005 7:51:02 am PDT #6000 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Oh, Cindy. I'm so sorry.
It really is always sudden.
I remember when my great grandmoth died - she was 98, she'd had Alzheimer's for several years and had been bedridden for quite sometime. It can't have been anything but a blessed release for her, and we had lost her longbefore. Still, it was a sad sad time.
Betsy HP - Apr 27, 2005 7:51:30 am PDT #6001 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
I'm sorry, Cindy.
Beverly - Apr 27, 2005 7:53:50 am PDT #6002 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Peace to those who loved him, (((Cindy.)))
Topic!Cindy - Apr 27, 2005 8:02:11 am PDT #6003 of 10001
What is even happening?
Thanks, everyone. I think this is one of those deaths that hits the little girl inside of me. I've known these people all my life. My folks were at their house 'til midnight, the night before I was born. They live across the street from my mother. They were great friends with my parents. Their daughters babysat me, and had me over to look at their 45s (that's a kind of record for you kids), and all their teenager stuff. His wife taught me how to knit, and would have me over when she had a big canning day, every Fall. When I think of my neighborhood, that's who I think of.
Lyra Jane - Apr 27, 2005 8:04:47 am PDT #6004 of 10001
Up with the sun
I'm so sorry, Cindy.