Sad and stunned about Connie.
Thank you, Java, for checking and telling us.
I feel like I need to set something on fire in my yard this weekend, for Connie. She needs a viking-style memorial.
She would love that I think.
I wonder if Amy Parker knows.
Connie was my age. I had actually just posted something on her wall on FB recently. Wildlife cam in Pennsylvania.
As others have noted, it was sweet watching her discover that she was allowed to have fun again, and traipse off to Vegas once a year.
After Fellowship came out, I came across a lonely Eowyn action figure in the cut-out bin at Target and I bought it for her on impulse and sent it to her. Though we both had some qualms about Miranda Otto's performance, I was always heartened to to see that she used Miranda-as-Eowyn as her FB icon.
I remember her exasperation at her annual review every year where she'd get top marks in all categories and then they'd ask her what she planned to do to further her career. "Nothing! I don't want to move up or on or over! Just let me do my damn job!"
I remember how much she and her husband loved scandalizing the neighbors by beheading and limb-lopping snow men with their broadswords.
I remember her spider fear was so great she pulled her husband's gun on one, and almost blew a hole in the wall.
How she'd found her tribe with SCA. And with us.
Another thread pulled out of our fraying weave.
Such sad news. Yes, she was just finding her place in the world without her DH. Frankly, after the long suffering she helped him endure, I believe she would have preferred the sudden heart attack option. RIP, Connie.
Huh. Looking at her timeline on FB I had shared something about Viking swords with her on Oct. 12th and I do remember being surprised that she didn't "like" it or respond. And yet I didn't see the death notice directly under it from Oct. 10th.
As a community we dodged mortality for quite a long time. And now we have a litany of names.
As a community we dodged mortality for quite a long time. And now we have a litany of names.
It's been close to 20 years since I joined back on TT (which doesn't seem possible, but here we are). I guess it would be statistically improbable to not lose anyone. Stupid mortality.
Looking at her timeline on FB I had shared something about Viking swords with her on Oct. 12th
I really, really appreciate all the little things you do like that, to keep us all connected.
Steph, you do the Viking funeral, with the little paper boats, right? We have to remember when it comes around to honor Connie.
I really, really appreciate all the little things you do like that, to keep us all connected.
Yes, thank you David. The little things like the costume of the sewing kit make me happy and feel connected.
This is what finally made me cry. I am sitting here crying and cleaning and thinking of Connie and her great capacity for life beyond work.
Steph, you do the Viking funeral, with the little paper boats, right? We have to remember when it comes around to honor Connie.
I do, though I haven't gone in a couple of years now, because it's just gotten too hard, emotionally (between Tim and me, we've lost way too many family members in the past few years, and it just felt overwhelming to commemorate them all).
The event is in September, and I'll go next year to make her a lantern. I included her husband on a lantern one year, so it's sadly appropriate.
I don't want to make you go if it is hard! I just remembered her husband and the send off as a good thing.
I don't want to make you go if it is hard! I just remembered her husband and the send off as a good thing.
I think it would be really fitting. I mean, if I can't do it when September rolls around, I won't. But I'd like to do it.
The dumpster people are here and picking up. Thank god'. Thanks
ETA. It is gone. Today I am planning on steam cleaning the furniture.
So sorry to hear the news about Connie via FB. We had that shared SCA experience we kinda bonded over. Like others, I was glad to see her enjoying life after all the struggles with her hubby's health. Thanks for posting, Java.
