I'm so glad you're there with her, Pix.
Mal: How drunk was I last night? Jayne: Well I dunno. I passed out.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Burrell - Mar 24, 2013 7:45:31 pm PDT #27886 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Glamcookie - Mar 24, 2013 7:57:37 pm PDT #27887 of 30001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Continued good thoughts headed your way, Cass.
sj, backflung.
Atropa - Mar 24, 2013 8:22:44 pm PDT #27888 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Pix, I am so glad you're there with her.
Liese S. - Mar 24, 2013 8:35:40 pm PDT #27889 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yes, this.
WindSparrow - Mar 24, 2013 9:33:34 pm PDT #27890 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Cass, I'm thinking all kinds of warm, huglike thoughts for you. Harvey is on my lap, purring up a storm, so we're sending purr vibes as well. I'm sorry for your loss, and I'm sorry that words are so useless in times like these. But I am very glad you have Kristin with you.
hippocampus - Mar 25, 2013 2:59:47 am PDT #27891 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
Cass I am so sorry for your loss.
Laura - Mar 25, 2013 3:14:45 am PDT #27892 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
I'm grateful that Pix is able to deliver F2F the loving comfort so difficult to convey from afar.
Sparky1 - Mar 25, 2013 3:47:33 am PDT #27893 of 30001
Librarian Warlord
Cass, I'm sorry for your loss. Peace to you and yours.
Fred Pete - Mar 25, 2013 6:06:39 am PDT #27894 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
All sympathies, Cass and family.
Cass - Mar 25, 2013 6:29:14 am PDT #27895 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I'm grateful Kristin was here last night.
I'm going to make her get up soon and do yoga. Hoping it's a class I can cry through because that's probably inevitable.
(Huh. You can't just type and have things post themselves.)