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.
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
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.
And her sleeping with a stuffed moose.
Oh, man, I'd forgotten about the moose. I imagine it being enormous, almost as big as her.