I echo Laura.
I should be in bed, but I'm compelled to sit here with you all.
Ginger was so matter of fact, and 100% spot on, with every solution or bit of advice she ever offered.
There were a couple of times when I asked a question about something or other, that she quietly and without fanfare just solved the problem.
Just did it.
No expectation of thanks. Just a job well done.
Such a gift in so many ways.
Ginger sent me that gorgeous tea dragon art print after ltc was born. Why didn't I take a picture of the baby with it and send it to her?
Just saw. Oh damn. I was holding out just the tiniest bit of hope.
Thank you so much, Zen, for being with her this past week. I know it meant a lot to her, and it did to us. And for keeping us posted.
I can't go to sleep either.
Dear Ginger, feel love and warmth surrounding you. Pardon our tears - they are perhaps not for you as much as they are for ourselves. We will do our best to be kind to one another, spreading your gifts of compassion blended full well with useful knowledge from both experience and learning.
That's lovely windsparrow.
And yes, yes.
Love you Ginger, one of my favorite Buffistas ever.
Love your spicy brain. Love all of you.
Ginger was the first to reach out to me when we got mom's diagnosis. Now Mom is past her five year milestone and cancer free. I want to thank Ginger for being there for me and feel like anything I said to her was grossly inadequate thanks.
I've had shitty years but this is a shitpocalypse year.
Can't sleep, either. I was genuinely surprised it's as late as it is.
Yeah, Matt, you're right. And I do have to say, my experience with hospice is that that's exactly what they're there for.