Let me share something about balance. DC 2004 was the first time I met Ginger, and she made a sheepish confession that she had lurked on the board, particularly in Bitches, for many months while she was in chemo before she decloaked. She was so tired, she said, too tired to type, too tired to make conversation. But those people in the the box, she said, filled her up, gave her hope, made her smile and sympathize, engaged her emotions and her heart. We were her community long before we ever knew there was a Ginger.
So though I'm sure she never thought of it as something as mundane as payback, still she helped those she could, when and as she could, and we had helped her, too.
Never enough, though. Not nearly enough.
Thank you, Beverly.
And I don't think I said it, so thank you so much, Zen, for communicating the harsh news and for being there for Ginger when she was in the hospital.
Yes, thank you so much, Zen.
I read the news when I woke up this morning because I'm about 13.5 hours ahead of board time. I'm sad. I miss Ginger.
I'm in our India office now, and I spent the morning fumbling around for basic things like where the bathrooms are, where is food, how do I get coffee, and where do I sit? It's too hot for actual socks, but I'm pulling up my metaphorical socks.
Thank you for letting us know, Zen, and for being our connection throughout.
Farewell, Ginger.
Goodbye, Ginger.
Zen, thank you for everything you did for Ginger and for us.
Ginger was every bit a superhero, just like ita was. And now they’re both gone. It really isn’t fair.
Two quotes:
It's always sudden.
I think we all accepted the inevitability of Ginger losing this fight. At this very moment, just this moment, I'm accepting that, right now. And then...
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
Oh, I will. Trust me, I will.
I remember Ginger best for her snark and wit. She was such an indomitable presence on this board before I actually met her. What I met, when we did, was even better than I expected. I remember meeting her in San Francisco, when her hair had grown back enough to style, her surprise that it had come back in curly, that she broke a tooth there (where we started offering to wrap her in bubble wrap). Then, the F2F in Atlanta, where she was a wonderful host, and that den with books! Her antiques that were taking over the house. Her generosity. And again, when she came to Madison for the F2F. She introduced me to my first bourbon - Basil Hayden. She was always a pleasure to be around, she rose above, she was a guiding light.
I will rage.
My greatest compliment may be that I consider someone to be sensible. Ginger was deeply sensible and quietly passionate. I find it darkly hilarious that her last posts on the board were about the poor design of hospital intake forms for recording possessions. She was such a Buffista.
