Six years ago Cathy and I walked through West Town Mall. We had a wonderful store called The World of Knowledge. Outside an employee was playing with devil sticks. I borrowed them, showed off, and gave some advice. Apparently she remembered, because six years later we met again at Atomic Tumor’s party and she pointed saying, "ow ow ow! I know you!". It was a good moment. Now she is in the hospital and holding onto life by a thread.
nurses are telling me that her vitals can’t support life for long, that I told my 9 year old son as lightly as I could that his mother might die, that, despite HOW HARD I TRY NOT TO I can’t help figureing out how I’d word her obiturary on this stupid web page because I might just need to, I start to break down. [Source]
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Thanks so much for your kind words and support, Djuggler. It was good seeing you today at the Arboretum.
I don’t think I’ve seen a pic of GAC in action until I came here, and it stopped me.
Thanks for putting it there.
This will pass.
Sorry I missed you today. Thanks so very much for your help and support, I’m floored.
Er, rather, in action since Friday. Something like that. Brain no workey good