LinkedIn recommended ita as a contact for me today. Hit me like a gut punch.
(And, hey! Not really around much, but I knew y'all would understand.)
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A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
LinkedIn recommended ita as a contact for me today. Hit me like a gut punch.
(And, hey! Not really around much, but I knew y'all would understand.)
I sent a group email for Thanksgiving and discovered that I have not yet deleted Ginger's contact from my list.
This happens every time.
Still can'twon't do it.
It's been 1 year since Ginger died. I miss her so much, all the time.
I took some meds that don't mix with alcohol, so I am raising a virtual glass to her memory.
Our losses hit so hard because the people were so damn amazing and alive and it's unfair they aren't now. I will raise a glass.
Ginger turns up so often in FB comments to my posts in that "On This Day" thing, and I'm actually super grateful that FB came up with that. Because I love reading her comments all over again.
I hope Mr. Peabody is well.
Her sister posted today and yep gutpunch.
I hope Mr. Peabody is well.
Me too. I got to meet him and pet him. He liked me temporarily.
Today, this came up on my Facebook memory feed:
I don't know how to express myself. A lovely friend who has brought such joy and snark to so many is not long for this world. She has been moved into hospice and it will be only a few days. I will think of her rolling her eyes at her dramatic relatives and complaining about crappy internet. Love to a sister of my heart and to all of my other loved ones who are losing her too.
As much as I hate Facebook doing too much, sometimes I appreciate them reminding me of Ginger at a time when I can smile instead of feeling the crushing sense of loss.*
*I misstyped "love" when I first typed this post, and I think that may have been a tiny bit Freudian.
I was coherent in my response to Ginger's sister. Here I'm gonna say what I really want.
fuckfuckfuck
fuck cancer
Yes, FB brought the memory again, but recently those memories have been more gratitude that she was a part of my life than the raw pain of a while back. That and the intense anger that Ginger, ita, and so many others have to devote so much of their lives to fighting a healthcare system that is horrible and heartless.