Fuck cancer. I lit some incense.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lighting a candle and cursing the darkness that is cancer.
Lighting (battery-operated) candles, and missing every one of us.
Just saw the news, and I'm struggling to fully comprehend that she's gone. I'm so sad.
It feels cruel and unfair. And I love y'all, and I love how amyth was surrounded with great love and care. Please take care of yourself today (and in general). It's a gutting way to start a new week.
Shir, I have told T that if anything is needed, for amyth or for them, that I will light up the Buff signal, so to speak. Either there’s nothing they need or they are too exhausted to articulate it; I hope it’s the former.
Thank you. Either way, I will send a card to amyth's address for them.
Oof.
It is always sudden. I have no candles. I am Anya in this moment, trying to find a candle because it is the thing we should do.
Waking to a world without Amy. My first though after the wave of sorrow was gratitude that she was surrounded by the love she so deserved.
Nilly, who is very smart and can't post right now, suggested a Zoom gathering. For those of us who would like to be a part of this, the doodle is here: [link]
Take care, my Buffistas.
(Edited with a new Doodle link. Because we forgot about Passover. Oops).
Oh Amyth. 🕯️
Calli, smonster, javachik, love to you, to Terry and Gabe, and to everyone in Amy's life.
I’d like to do a Zoom but I am not sure when I’ll be ready. Those who are should of course feel free, though.