Echoing all the sentiments. And sending so much love and support.
JZ has always lived in my heart as one of the best of us. 231 months ago, I came into this community with so much joy and enthusiasm. After being mean-girled into submission, I went back to lurking for a long time. When I resurfaced, JZ was the first to welcome me back. And, since then, she has always been supportive and kind.
A true gift to my heart.
It is awful that she and her loved ones have to go through this. Just awful.
Having gone through similar stages with a number of people, either as a guide or an observer, I take each time as an opportunity to recalibrate my thinking about what life really means.
In the end, I'm simply grateful. For her. For all of you. For my capacity to love so much that it hurts this badly.
We are heartbroken that Jacqueline and all her loved ones have to endure this. I send all my love, as does Brendon. The helplessness of not being able to do anything but hold all of you in our hearts is so painful.
Hec and JZ, I have no words. This is just all-around shitty and heartbreaking. Sending you all my love.
Jacqueline is writing little emails to Matilda from her hospital bed.
Subject Line: On Love
"It's great. First love is rarely only love, though, and heartbreak is torture. My first love broke my heart three or four times, because I let him. It hurt just as badly every time, especially because every time I knew it was time to go but I couldn't bear to. If you can manage not to make that mistake, you'll be way ahead of me. When it's time to go, it's time to go; it does get better, no matter how much it feels like it never will; there is always someone else out there who'll make you feel all the good feels, no matter how much it feels like there can't possibly be anyone.
There, that's Mama's sack of cliches, borne of hard experience. I hope they help. Nana didn't share them with me, but I wish she had."
Beautiful. And so deeply true.
Like all of Jacqueline's writing, just perfect. Exquisitely perfect.
I can't speak for Matilda, but I certainly needed to hear that.
Such wise and loving words.
Such beautiful words. I know that I wish my father had left something like that behind for me. My heart breaks for Matilda so much.
Since I haven't been on the board for so long, I was poking around in some TV threads and found JZ's Our Flag Means Death-related burbling yet insightful analysis of the characters and it's just so Jacqueline, having the squees and also talking about the why of the squee. Everything she writes is a pure delight to read. Always.
