Thought about how often she helped, quietly, unobtrusively, never asking anyone for recognition or even thanks. So I bought the woman dinner and a bottled water and gave it to her as I left. And it was nothing, something I should have done anyway. But tonight I did it because of Ginger, and I've made a promise to myself to do it far more often. Just help when I can.

Right. Pull up your socks and help somebody out. Definitely Ginger's way.

I had forgotten. She sent Matt some books .

Ginger was a women of many interests and casually generous.

I aspire to that

And thanks to the magic of FB, I've just discovered that one of my friends, whom I've known since college, knew Ginger way back in the 70s, in the Southern sci-fi fandom group. Ginger had said she'd gotten out of fandom after Deep South Con 1978, which was the year before I went to my first con, so we just missed each other. How weird.

That's a good way to honor Ginger

I am sad and numb. I can't say that I'm relieved that she's no longer in pain, which is something I felt with ita, because I get the feeling that Ginger would rather still be here with us, pain and all. And that breaks my heart.

because I get the feeling that Ginger would rather still be here with us, pain and all. And that breaks my heart.

Yeah.

Thank you Zenkitty.

god dammit.

She dealt with such a difficult situation, both regarding how she felt physically as well as in facing inefficient treatment and bureaucracy, and the combination of it all, and when skimming to try to read how she is doing, it always struck me how matter—of—fact she made it all read: "This needed to be done. It wasn't done right. I managed to make it fixed. It was done properly". As if anybody could do it, as if she wasn't a very real unbelievably amazing person.

Going to pretend I'm only having a bad cold (which right now I'm strangely thankful for actually having) in front of students.

My heart and thoughts are right here with you. Sleep well. Thank you for being here.

So I bought the woman dinner and a bottled water and gave it to her as I left. And it was nothing, something I should have done anyway. But tonight I did it because of Ginger, and I've made a promise to myself to do it far more often. Just help when I can.

Thanks, Pix. Both for sharing this, and for doing it.

Tough way to duck back into the thread. I have a very shiny memory of Ginger in my head, her standing next to a window with a huge smile and a drink of some nature in her hand. She is such a vibrant person, and I learned so much from her just by being in her presence.

I am pretty numb, but I am wearing my tiara and raising my whiskey in honor of her.

I love all ya'll and think of you daily.