I still have StE's number in my phone and his email address in my online address book. I don't have a voice message, though. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have. And sometimes I think I'm just being morbid.
Inara: You don't have to die alone. Mal: Everybody dies alone.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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Beverly - Jan 05, 2011 3:02:20 pm PST #12437 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Anne W. - Jan 05, 2011 3:14:00 pm PST #12438 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Daniel, I'll be keeping you and Andi in my thoughts. Thanks for checking in. I've been worried about you two all day.
Aims - Jan 05, 2011 3:27:03 pm PST #12439 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Bev - I don't think it's morbid. My grandmother kept the answering machine message in my grandfather's voice until she died. Sometimes, she would call me and say, "Call the house and I'll pretend I'm not here." so we could both hear his voice again.
I find myself wishing that I had recordings of her voice.
P.M. Marc - Jan 05, 2011 3:30:57 pm PST #12440 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I wish I had the tapes of Gram reading to us when we were little.
When our friend B's dad died unexpectedly last year, we pulled a voicemail from his dad off the machine for him.
Steph L. - Jan 05, 2011 3:50:01 pm PST #12441 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sometimes -- this is embarrassing to admit -- when Tim leaves me a voicemail, especially one in which he says "I love you," I save it. Just in case.
Yeah, I know.
billytea - Jan 05, 2011 3:54:22 pm PST #12442 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
When Wallybee and I started dating, she wrote down every text message I sent her, and kept doing so over the next year or so. (Came in handy when we set about proving to immigration that the relationship was genuine.) I lost her messages to me when I changed mobiles, but my favourite was one she sent me when I was off to run a D&D game: "HAVE FUN AT YOUR GAME. I LOVE YOU. KILL THEM ALL."
Steph L. - Jan 05, 2011 3:55:12 pm PST #12443 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
"HAVE FUN AT YOUR GAME. I LOVE YOU. KILL THEM ALL."
I remember you telling me about that when you visited! And I thought, yes, she's a keeper.
billytea - Jan 05, 2011 3:57:02 pm PST #12444 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I remember you telling me about that when you visited! And I thought, yes, she's a keeper.
It was a positive sign, for sure.
smonster - Jan 05, 2011 4:43:53 pm PST #12445 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
During my office day today, I was scurrying back and forth between two buildings ten yards apart and with a short flight of stairs. At one point, HR lady said, "You sure are getting your exercise today." I think she forgot who she was talking to. Let's see, compare that with yesterday, where even walking meant a pound or two of clay on each boot, let alone the actual work? Yeah, NSM.
But I can't get too cranky, because she was super helpful today answering a lot of my questions and reviewing my disciplinary writeup and stuff.
Cass - Jan 05, 2011 5:57:53 pm PST #12446 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Tep, possible anti-b treatment for IBS. Only 11% success but any help is news...