I will never forget what Ginger did for me. I was in the worst throes of my anxiety. I don't even know that I'd shared much of it here or on LJ, but I'd said enough that Miss Ginger understood.
To remedy it, she sent me VHS tapes of David Boreanaz on talk shows. Laugh all you want (I sure did); it totally worked.
What's funny (and very sad) to me, is that I probably chucked those tapes w/in the last few months, thinking, "I don't need these anymore."
Suddenly, I want them back.
I will never forget how darned intelligent Ginger is (can't say "was" yet). I will also never forget her proneness to accidents.
Ginger might have been the ur-Buffista. I'm so glad I got to know her. I'm not ready to let go.
Rest in peace, dear woman. Thank you for being everything and everyone I've always wanted to be.
It doesn't surprise me that Ginger helped so many because she was very kind and helpful to me. I just didn't consciously know how many others she helped because she did it so quietly. It just hurts that life wasn't kinder to someone so giving.
I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.
I own no tiara, but I put on a cunning hat and had a drink of Buffalo Trace in Ginger's honor. I think that counts.
I am in Madison GA which isn't that far from Atlanta.
Got tired and realized I had to stop. My parents are a little frustrating Mom has turned into text only. Dad doesn't listen to his voicemail. I don't think he knows how to acres it.
Trying to communicate with them has been frustrating. Mom kept sending me text messages while I was driving even after I stopped and asked her to call me. Via text because she didn't answer the phone.
Ugh, Calli, and I thought it was pretty bad when someone on FB, whom I don't know, so who really cares in the scheme of things. but still, defended that awful woman who:
a. Shot a crime victim in the head(On accident--still not really an "Oops!"-type thing though, right?)
b. Got her wrist slapped for it.
c. Then came to the conclusion that her real mistake was "Trying to help someone else" and telling the nation she never would again.
Admittedly the defense was, like, "Being an idiot doesn't inherently make you terrible," but still, it was an effective reminder of how few hours I may have left on the planet.
I will also never forget her proneness to accidents.
God, I remember when she wiped out and chipped her tooth at the SF F2F trying to keep the cat from getting out of the house.
I drank a shot of Black Velvet Toasted Carmel Whiskey to Ginger.
don't judge me.
Ginger's own account of her acrobatic wildcat taming exercize, here.
