That sounds like a plan. Do what you can, and let others help where they can.

And your hair is very pretty.

Good plan. Fabulous hair.

Burrell, I was just going to offer this to Allyson: I am not close to ita, and certainly wasn't close the way you are, but if I can help you write her obit, I will do whatever. I feel particularly impotent, right now. This is a way in which I can be of use.

Allyson, please stop being hard on yourself. You got out of bed (or at least plan to). Hooray. You've been going through intense, medical treatments. Get your shoes on, get the phones, and then stop by the emotional break store and by yourself a double dose. Also? Ice cream and maybe some exquisite hair product.

Betsy, it is nice to see your pixels here.

I've been a little knocked for a loopy about how of my grief is manifesting in anger. I'm being careful with my words because it spirals out so easily.

Everything is wrong and there's no perfect picture or obit that can BE ita and that's the worst bullshit ever. I resent those things for fucking existing in the same thought as her.

So yeah. Get up in the morning and do something. Resent the hell out of it. It will suck. But you'll leave another mark on your world, and right now, that matters a helluva lot.

It's been really nice to see everybody again, Cindy. I hope to be here more often.

It is completely wrong and stupid, Allyson, but you have pretty hair and no one could do it better. Please hand off everything you can.

Burrell, I'd be glad to help too. Back in the day, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and newly minted reporters wrote the obits, I wrote many, many obits.

I love Ginger more than ginger (and more than MaryAnn, for the record).

Okay, girl, I know I watch more cable channels than most, but I would really like to skip the Jamaica commercials. They're too hurty.

Thanks Cindy. I am going to try working on it now. Maybe right after I pour a wee glass of wine for myself.

Thank you too, Ginger