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.
Not a story that should be done. There should be more new ones.
I saw just before I went to bed, I just didn't have the ability to say anything. But better that, I think, than waking up to it this morning, because I do have stuff to do today, so I need to put on my socks (literally) and pull up my socks (metaphorically).
It's not fair.
I am picturing ita meeting Ginger at the Rainbow Bridge- wouldn't ita hate all those pets! But maybe there is a Rainbow Bridge for Buffistas where all the pain is gone and there is snark and conversation and corsets.
Oh, the Atlanta F2F was so much fun! But now I can't remember if I actually went to Ginger's house -- probably not, if I can't remember it. I know I had a big paper due for grad school after that weekend and spent several hours working on it in the public library, so I definitely missed some stuff.
I'm grateful that I got to meet Ginger several times, particularly over the holidays a few years back, when she was up in Nashville to see her family. I was pregnant with Rose, and I met her and her friend (whose name I've forgotten) for dinner and conversation. I always thought we'd get another chance to get together, but it never happened again. I'm glad we made it work that one time, though.
It occurred to me last night that, with her mother and sister here in town, they might choose to hold a memorial service here. If they do, I would be happy to host if anyone wanted to make the trip to be here.
