Oh, man. Thank god it's not just me, and that one kept hitting me last night and today because I DISAGREE SO MUCH.
The hivemind is strong on some things, because that was one of the things I kept coming back to.
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
Oh, man. Thank god it's not just me, and that one kept hitting me last night and today because I DISAGREE SO MUCH.
The hivemind is strong on some things, because that was one of the things I kept coming back to.
Whilst taking a much-needed buff-dive, I came across this sage knowledge from Ginger:
Ginger: My stages of grief are Denial, Google, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.
Oh damn, I am just so sad. I've been trying to put off feeling sad, but I can't put it off anymore.
I was thinking about her old apartment, with that random glass box room.
And the fruitcake which ALWAYS masqueraded as chocolate.
And her sleeping with a stuffed moose.
Oh my god! And the gun in that cabinet at the house in Catalina.
Loved that glass room. It was such a set piece.
She made me sorrel once, or rather she let me take home a jug of sorrel to taste. It was delicious.
She took photos of me once when I was pregnant, with Franny. Known as Buffistina at that time.
I'm glad I got to eat her delicious baked goods a couple of times.
I just hate that this is replacing her in my brain. This "tragedy" which just feels so stupid to say.
Another long-absentee checking in. I saw the news on Facebook this morning, and all day this community has been at the very forefront of my thoughts. Such a shock. Such a loss.
I am not angry. There is just a big hole. An empty space where she should be. And that gaping hole keeps making me sad all over again.