Friends have been asking me for ideas about how to reach out to Amy. I know it’s really hard, but don’t worry about saying the wrong thing.
My approach is this, take what works for you: I think the best support we can give her is to let her know how she’s influenced us. That her integrity and kindness and sense of humor and generosity of spirit has influenced us to be better people, better friends, better earthlings. And that she made a difference in our lives. The people I’ve known and loved recently who’ve died had one big fear - that they would be forgotten. Let Amy know she won’t be; that she’ll reside in all of us.
And memories! Lots of memories! Share your favorite anecdotes, any treasures or rituals you have that remind you of her, that sort of thing.
On another note: THANK YOU GUD for making this board work so beautifully on mobile devices! I bet many of us who haven’t posted frequently for years will be posting a lot more due to the ease.
javachik, thank you so much for sharing everything with us, and for your huge heart. And Amy always has been, is now and always will be deeply present here.
Thank you, javachik. For being you, and for helping us with this.
In cancer is the worst news, I found out today that a dear friend passed away Sunday. It was expected, although the last time I spoke with her she sounded optimistic. Her son called to let me know. June was one of our first customers back in 1988 when we opened a clone computer shop in a strip mall. She and her husband, Bob, became the very closest of friends. She made my wedding dress and Bob along with my sisters made all the food. Really, I don't need comforting because I was adequately prepared for this loss. I'm not ready for Amy! Although losses remind me once again how much you all mean to me.
This year really is of the suck.
(But I got off my ass after months of "...I should do that soon." and wrote a letter, which I enclosed in a card, in which I also enclosed a lenticular Captain America Valentine's Day card [tiny], and which I stamped with a lenticular T-Rex stamp. USPS, don't you fuck this up.)
Oh Laura, I am so sorry. Plei, Captain America is such a good call!
Laura, I am so sorry.
I just got a call that an industry friend passed away this morning. Heart attack. He was a brilliant writer and editor, and while I'm going to miss working with him, I'll miss him as a person even more.
Seriously, fuck this year.
I don’t talk about it much here, but Amyth’s been my next door neighbor for several years now. She, and I, and two of our neighbors have been this group of four, where we go to movies, hang out in each other’s apartments, and one memorable fall, travelled to France. I hate the thought that I’m not going to see Amyth in the parking lot or text each other about silly university stuff or exchange cat stories. I’m a single, middle aged cat lady alone in an apartment, but there’s this great person on the other side of the wall even when we’re not hanging out. I want to hear Amyth make plans for her retirement and tell me stories about visiting her niece and see her get passionate about things like Girls Rock. In a country full of Nazis and people who cheer putting refugee children in cages, the cancer hits Amyth? This is wrong and unjust and I hate it.
