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.

I just don't have the words. I must have gone to sleep last night just moments before the post was made. Zenkitty, thank you for all you did to keep us informed of the situation. Ginger was always so matter of fact about how many years she thought she could get based on treatments and statistics, I just really wanted that for her. Sadly, the only time I met her in person was in Ohio over a decade ago. I'm so glad I took that trip.

People keep asking me if I'm ok this morning. Not really!

If they do, I would be happy to host if anyone wanted to make the trip to be here.

If something happens I may make a trip. I expect her family is overwhelmed at the moment. I don't know if Ginger had made her wishes clear to anyone.

I am dreading going to work today, because my boss is going to be in the office, so I can't shut the door and hide, and at some point she is going to ask how I am or even just look at me side wards and then I will want to cry.

I called in sick. i just can't today.

I took a walk on the beach this morning on the sandbars and this place is ... it's like my church.

I tHoughton about Ginger and ita. And all of us. This is the place I feel most connected to the universe and I don't know what I'm trying to say. I guess my walk today was like. Lighting a candle for Ginger.