Thank you for handling the mailing.
This. Thanks again, Lee.
I've been wearing her garnet ring, imagining it has some sort of superhero power to make me stronger. It's silly, magical thinking, but it helps.
I'm planning to do this with her Batman shirt. Use whatever helps you fake it until you make it. Also, I was thinking about getting a tattoo when I stumbled across ita supporting me getting tattooed in COMM, so clearly it was meant to happen.
I don't expect a thank you note. If you can find some spoons, I'd rather you do something for yourself, or use it for the Pink Gingham Dress project.
I also do not expect a thank you note. If you've got limited spoons, and who doesn't, I'd rather you put your energy towards keeping yourself happy and healthy.
Agreed, no notes, and Allyson's shiny hair, and magical thinking surely helps. Thank you, DX for rescuing, and others for checking into keeping her pages up and available. Her tumblrs aren't showing up on my daily feed anymore, so I have them tabbed. Just my place to go visit and leave a nod, or a few damned tears, or a mental posy of flowers tied with gingham print ribbon.
Whatever any of us do, to sustain the memory for all of us, is vital, and welcome. Shiniest. hair. ever.
I got my package, Lee, and I've been trying to find the words to express how perfect your choice is.
Notes are completely unnecessary, Allyson, but if it would make you feel better to send them, parcel out the list to us.
Chiming in late, but agreeing with what everyone else said.
I got my package, Lee, and I've been trying to find the words to express how perfect your choice is.
This makes me very happy--it felt right to me, so I was hoping it would to you.
Lee's hair is also amazingly shiny.
The opportunity to help was the thanks. And you taking care of you is thanks.
Talismans are powerful in that you can not believe in magic, but they can be a reminder of a core or idea that can easily escape in daily life. By having that thing imbued with that meaning or memory carrying that weight, lying at first unfamiliar, or even later, when it becomes something you note in its absence, it comes to live inside your conscious mind. I panicked when I briefly lost the ring my mom gave me, not because it had any real value, but because it's our history together. I look at it and remember so much. I mean, that stuff won't go away, but as I worry it on my finger in an idle moment, I drift to that and it's a comfort.
