Oh, my sincerest condolences for losing your dear friend. I dread the day I start losing my nearest and dearest soul sisters. Your memories speaks to your bond, the silver lining being you both understood the serendipity. I’m sad for you.
I'm so grateful for everyone's embracing words here. All of us who made it to SubstackLand because the Plague Era drove us here in bafflement and shock and disbelieving that the world fell to pieces so fast, we sure do understand one another.
I spent the weekend in suburban NJ... Coviditis is alive and well, hypochondria rules. The almighty “ they” are still the experts. I’m still a conspiracy whack a doodle....people concur that not everything makes sense but still go along.... I had to treat myself to internet at 35,000 ft so I could read my Substacks to cleanse myself.
One of the really hard things for people is losing those who knew them when they were young, who knew the neighborhood, who knew their parents. I spoke to her sister this morning and her voice showed what the past few days have been like and yet we were able to laugh and talk about the happy things.
I've known the sister since she was 14 and the brother was 12, and knew their parents and their grandmas, even though only via visits now and then over these 51 years, but at least the sister and brother know that I *know.* They've lost the most important person but still I have safeguarded so many memories.
Oh, my sincerest condolences for losing your dear friend. I dread the day I start losing my nearest and dearest soul sisters. Your memories speaks to your bond, the silver lining being you both understood the serendipity. I’m sad for you.
I'm so grateful for everyone's embracing words here. All of us who made it to SubstackLand because the Plague Era drove us here in bafflement and shock and disbelieving that the world fell to pieces so fast, we sure do understand one another.
I spent the weekend in suburban NJ... Coviditis is alive and well, hypochondria rules. The almighty “ they” are still the experts. I’m still a conspiracy whack a doodle....people concur that not everything makes sense but still go along.... I had to treat myself to internet at 35,000 ft so I could read my Substacks to cleanse myself.
Imagine what it was like for dissenters and heretics 5,000 years ago. At least they ain't frying us.
Your eulogy, is right there above.
This is the eulogy.
🥲 It's a beautiful tribute to your beautiful Sue!💖🌹
Thank you so much.
In all the posts I’ve read this is the first one that moved me to tears
Thank you, Bill.
Thank you for sharing this lovely tribute to your beautiful Sue. May she rest easy and may you find peace and comfort in the coming days 💖🌹💖
Hugs, hugs, hugs!
One of the really hard things for people is losing those who knew them when they were young, who knew the neighborhood, who knew their parents. I spoke to her sister this morning and her voice showed what the past few days have been like and yet we were able to laugh and talk about the happy things.
I've known the sister since she was 14 and the brother was 12, and knew their parents and their grandmas, even though only via visits now and then over these 51 years, but at least the sister and brother know that I *know.* They've lost the most important person but still I have safeguarded so many memories.
It sounds like you will be able to navigate your sorrow and pain just fine, and come out the other side of this trauma a stronger soul.
🙏🏻⚔️🙏🏻
Gonna be showing a lot of those old photos to my son this week. Hope he doesn't notice how much I've lost that girlish complexion.
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written words through space can't express the sadness, so: big hug, be well
Appreciate this so deeply. Thank you.
no, I thank you: your writing is sharing and in the end we really all belong to the same family.
It's a great thing when we manage to find our own people in the crowd.
I am so sorry for your loss of a dear friend and confidant.
Thank you.