smonster, for what it's worth, I miss hearing your sleepy voice every morning.
I keep trying to put into words what this community means to me, and instead I keep getting this image of a woven quilt, in all of the colors ever, spread out around the world. We're both the quilt itself and sheltered underneath it. I hope Ginger can feel that.
Hope I was at the party, Sean. I used to have lots of party and gathering type dreams but not so much anymore. Need to direct my subconscious better.
She was supposed to be going home, damn it.
Yes.
What I can't seem to accept is all the things Ginger (and ita and DH etc) still had to do. Specific things she was actively working towards except the damn electrolytes got out of balance and wouldn't go back. It's maddening.
Oh, Amy, that's lovely.
Am here with y'all in heart and thoughts, even if it's with way fewer pixels than I'd wish.
Thanks, Zen. And Shir, for letting me know. And all y'all for you.
Kate, thank you for posting that. It was so apt.
Thank you for all of you, for holding a space for grief and for keeping vigil here.
Ginger, you are loved.
This is not how her current hospital stay was supposed to turn out.
Yeah. Things can turn so fast, and your foot slips, and you can't catch on anything.
Amy- that is so beautiful. I wish I could draw, because I can just see the image in my mind so clearly.
I am having salty snacks for lunch. All the salt.