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.
Shrift, may your metaphorical socks be sparkly. Be well, get things done, and all that good stuff.
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.
One thing that always struck me about ginger was she had the rare combination of being knowledgeable about so many things, but also having the wisdom to wield that knowledge in such great ways. Maybe sensible is the word I've been looking for.
Oh, no. I went to bed so early I didn't see the news until this morning. Oh, it's so wrong.