And her class protector medal.
ita's thread
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
THey loved the knives, swords, and the action figure and took them. There's a big pile of things we think the Buffistas would like. Found her Buffistas Security tshirt signed by Joss. No idea what to do with it.
THey loved the knives, swords, and the action figure and took them.
Yay!
Allyson, what was the ita quote from today, if you recall? I am telling a friend about her.
My brain is Jell-O soup, so forgive me if I botch it:
The bitterness of poor quality will soon replace the sweetness of a low price.
It's not their ita and that's fine.
Tonight, I packed some tschotskies that undid my friend and I got the backstory. I might be the only one to know the whole story. And that hit home. It was a story 3 gen back.When we're gone, it's left to others to tell our story. And it won't be perfect or right and things will be forgotten, but it's not the beloveds' fault. If we're lucky, it's because there are so many stories to tell, many only to be told by the departed, which means they are lost.
And it sucks, but you cherish what you can have. And I'm maudlin and shit.
It's not their ita and that's fine.
She was slightly different to all who knew her.
The things that they are willing to part with due to a lack of sentimentality for every thing or just being overwhelmed, we are grateful because we can maybe now have a tangible thing that we know is from ita. Reminds us. Brings us together.
I'm glad we're all somehow together even hating the why.
I just realized why I felt like I wanted to be Nanita here. The last three letters of my name.
Man, that hit me so hard when I reconized it that I fell back onto the couch, heaving.
Oh honey.
I kind of wish I had sent her things more lasting than Ting and Champaign Cola, but those were the things she wanted at that time. I do have some shoes she sent me.
Man, that hit me so hard when I reconized it that I fell back onto the couch, heaving.
I'm sorry, Nanita. I had an ugly crying session just last night because I read something sad, and it just set me off.