"I call my sister Mojo Jojo, and yup, she should be afeared."

It's been quite a while since I've laughed and cried this much. Although I see many of you on facebook, it's not the same as seeing your pixels here. Facebook works better with my schedule and time zone, but the love here is something special, and I would venture to say unique.

I hate living so far from buffistas.

Suzi, yeah. Me too.

Me three. Time zones. Bah.

There aren't enough people who can both imagine how to make the world a better place and then make it happen. ita was one.

😢

I have been reading and holding space in this place way, way later than I should over the last few days. Like right now...at 3am.

Why?

Because the love and reminiscence and homecomings and sharing is so precious. I keep thinking that if I don't read to the very end of the thread and see who pops up next, I'll miss something beautiful, because it is all beautiful.

But something struck me around a hundred posts ago. (and no, I did not skim...I meant it when I said 'precious')

Something that makes it okay for me to loosen my grip just slightly.

It's the truth about where we can find ita, whenever we need her, because she is in every pixel of this vast library of love and snark and support and pain.

Truth that could only come from Dr. Who...

ita has been saved

Goddamn, bonny, I think you just killed me. That is so not fair.

I always hoped to meet ita, it may even be one of the reasons I went to so many F2Fs. Enough I ended up taking out a home equity line of credit to pay off the credit card debt.

Cleveland (unofficial, but it pulled about 20 people), Nillytour, SF2F, Atlanta, Madison (hosted), Seattle, Pasadena. Shir Meet and Greet in Chicago (I include because she did a tour also). As my circumstances have improved money-wise in the past couple of years I really hope to get to some future ones.

Hello all. I am a long time lurker. I've posted occasionally, but it's been a while now. I've been trying to think of what to say for days now, reading along with aching heart for this amazing community and the amazing ita.

Mostly, I just want to add my voice to the chorus, and say how that even as a lurker, I knew ita was someone quite extraordinary. Remarkable. Her soul and spirit came through in her words, and in the existence of this very place, and in how this community came to be and operated. As someone who just stands on the fringes and watches, it doesn't feel quite right to say I feel part of the community, but it's also true that when I read about someone's joys, or losses, I feel those things, and feel them deeply.

I wish I could have met her. I gathered, at some point, that she went to McGill - I have that in common with her. Other than that, I'm not sure I ever actually even had a conversation with her. But I was gutted when I saw the news, and I am heartbroken for all of you, and her family. I lost my sister suddenly, 10 years ago, to a brain aneurysm, and I am thinking a lot about ita's sister. Losing my sister was the hardest thing I ever lived through, but it was a huge comfort to me knowing how much my sister was loved, and knowing that there were so many people in the world who would never forget her. This board, and the things you all are doing to collect not just ita's words but the remembrances, will be a wonderful thing for her family, and for you to have.

I would really like to contribute in any way I can - if there is a way to do that, will it be posted in the press thread?

ETA never mind - just saw Allyon's post in Natter. Allyson, I like your hair, and wish mine were as pretty.

I’ve been hesitating to post anything because I didn’t really know ita as well as the rest of you. I’ve been a Buffista since the TT days, but I do more lurking than posting; mostly I’ve interacted with ita on the SPN thread. But I can say with complete sincerity that I am feeling a tremendous sense of loss…. the Buffistas board is the first site I check when I turn on my laptop everyday, and her voice has always been a constant presence everywhere throughout the site. And now it’s fallen silent. My mother saw me crying and wanted to know why, and I told her “one of the invisible people* is gone, and the entire community is mourning.”

(*Because “invisible people” makes me sound slightly less insane than “imaginary people.”)