Goddamn it.
Thursday, November 15th, 2018 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizvogel(A moment of rampaging selfishness: I know the universe has it in for me this NaNo, but this is ridiculous.)
I found out last night that a friend of mine has died. She went in for heart surgery (not trivial, but not that big a deal as these things go), and just never recovered. Janet was wise, kind, fun, and just generally a net plus to the world. We commiserated together over the fallout from a certain convention's implosion, and laughed together at flamingo jokes. We mostly stayed in touch by email, being half a country apart, but it always felt good knowing that she was there if I needed her, or had something I knew she'd want to share.
And now she's not. I keep bumping up against that, going through the normal motions of the day and then knocking into that absence like a misplaced piece of furniture. Nothing to do but soldier on, of course, but... damn it.
I found out last night that a friend of mine has died. She went in for heart surgery (not trivial, but not that big a deal as these things go), and just never recovered. Janet was wise, kind, fun, and just generally a net plus to the world. We commiserated together over the fallout from a certain convention's implosion, and laughed together at flamingo jokes. We mostly stayed in touch by email, being half a country apart, but it always felt good knowing that she was there if I needed her, or had something I knew she'd want to share.
And now she's not. I keep bumping up against that, going through the normal motions of the day and then knocking into that absence like a misplaced piece of furniture. Nothing to do but soldier on, of course, but... damn it.
