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.

I fell asleep early but woke up to this. I can't sleep either. I keep hoping Ginger was or is able to see Mr Peabody to say goodbye, which I realize is a little crazy, but it keeps making me cry.

Zen, thank you so much for being our go-between this week. And I hope some loving secure home becomes apparent for Mr. Peabody.

Just so you know now, I love you all. Fiercely, in spite of differences and those irritating little habits all of you have (which I, of course, have none). Nothing changes that.

That goes for you too, Ginger, and it always will.

The rest of you, one thing Ginger said during a discussion of life and awfulness and getting on with things, I think speaks to her character and set of mind. "Pull up your socks."

So, whatever comes, Ginger would want us all to pull up our socks.

Son of a fucking fuck.

I keep hoping Ginger was or is able to see Mr Peabody to say goodbye, which I realize is a little crazy, but it keeps making me cry.

Nope, I thought the same thing, and it makes me so sad.

Oh man. I hadn't thought of getting to say bye to Mr Peabody. But I did think "well, ginger will get to see ita?" Damn.

Aww.

Okay, a whole Ativan has pushed me towards sleep.

I'm so grateful for all of you, for all of us. Especially Ginger.