Oh, wow, lisah
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
I've been wondering, has anyone talked recently with ita's family?
Or Ginger's friends? I wonder about her dog. And I miss her fiercely.
As I do ita. Both of them I'll have a thought or a laugh and go ita would-- Ginger would-- Or want to ask one or the other a question about something.
The Pink Gingham Ting rosette JZ made for me is on my window just behind my monitor, so it's always in view.
(To my right I can see the card given when the Buffistas all pitched in money to help us get a new car, when we desperately needed it because I was still commuting cross Bay to Emmett's school.)
I think of Ginger any time I see some classic science fiction or fantasy art that I want to share, especially artists like Kelly Freas who she knew personally, and collected his work.
Think about Ed any time the Dodgers do anything good, or I want to share something about the Kinks.
Saw a dragon fountain rigged with LED lights so it looks like he's spewing fire, and wanted to share that with Connie.
Think about Ouise when I see Gorey's Dracula sets, because I sent her the Gorey toy theatre for xmas exchange one year.
Thought about my friend Todd, who died of Covid in January, when I was in Japantown and saw a cool t-shirt with not just Godzilla but the even more rare Jet Jaguar.
JZ's dad's birthday is 6/26. Hers is 6/27. Mine is 6/28 (so is Deb's!). He's always going to be clustered in with our birthdays.
And she's not dead, but I do miss Madrigal and will sometimes disconsolately search on her real name and see if she turns up.
Lift a glass for all of them, and some of my own. I love everybody here. Nobody leave, okay?
Today is Frandenbuddha's birthday. Gone far too soon. I'll remember your smile and the bowler hat and smile at the memory.
raises a glass to Frankenbuddha
Too many of us are now gone. I’ll raise a glass tonight.
Thinking of Ouise on her birthday today. Yes, too many of us are now gone.
Holding those attending Amy's memorial in my heart. May being together bring you comfort and more joy than sorrow.