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Sep. 23rd, 2005
And I think it's over.
Sep. 23rd, 2005 05:15 pmEdit: It's confirmed by someone on the friendslock. Ki passed away today.
I can't read the link because it's friends-locked and I'm not friended on the particular LJ it's on, but I think Ki's gone.
It doesn't help, knowing what's probably going to happen. We knew this was a possibility, even a probability, but even so, there's a little part of you that hopes for the best, the doesn't want to acknowledge the truth. In losing [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], the fanfic community at large has lost a cornerstone, but more than that, many, many people have lost a friend. Her family have lost a daughter and sister and wife. And it's then I think of now.
Fuck, this is so bloody unfair. She was younger than me. She had so much to do that she hadn't done yet. A whole new lfie starting.
A lot of people will remember Kielle for her amazing writing, her incredible energy, the way she'd take an idea and run with it and make it into something everyone could share. A wonder sense of humour and ability to make people feel welcome. Hell, she shepherded about eighty percent of the comics ficcers into the community, if the posts people are making in her journal are anything to go by. She was fundamental in taking a bunch of geeks interested in comics and writing and making them into a community, a community whose bonds still remain. She gave us a place to meet, boards to chat and abuse each other on, an archive, new genres to write in like The Common People...
I'll remember a friend. Someone who I wrote with and shared jokes with and who didn't mind me stealing her avatar for Subreality stories and RRs. Someone who was human, and had her flaws - taking on too much and getting majorly burned out with comics fandom, for one - but who was still someone I was very proud to know. Someone I let slip over the years, as I have so many others, and I regret that now more than I can say. But Phil is always telling me, true friends are the ones you can come back to after several years of not being in touch, and it's like nothing's changed. I like to think that maybe Ki was one of those.
*chuckles* I remember, for her wedding to Chris, I sent over a biggish box filled with Aussie chocolate. Tim Tams, Caramello Koalas and the like. Sherbert bombs since I remembered Kielle mentioning those from the years she lived here as a kid. And I wrote on the outside of it "Diabetes in a box". Man, did I get grief from the post office about that - it was recently post-September 11, and the anthrax scares, and I had to argue that it was a) impossible to transmit diabetes in a box and b) even if I was trying, I wouldn't tell someone about it, would I? Eventually the box got to where it was supposed to go. It was probably the last time I mailed anything over, barring the card and chocolate I mailed on Tuesday. Which will get there too late now - I wish I hadn't waited to hear from the last hold-outs.
This is getting rambly. I guess I wanted to say somewhere public that today I lost a friend, and the world is a darker place for it. That's all.
It doesn't help, knowing what's probably going to happen. We knew this was a possibility, even a probability, but even so, there's a little part of you that hopes for the best, the doesn't want to acknowledge the truth. In losing [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], the fanfic community at large has lost a cornerstone, but more than that, many, many people have lost a friend. Her family have lost a daughter and sister and wife. And it's then I think of now.
Fuck, this is so bloody unfair. She was younger than me. She had so much to do that she hadn't done yet. A whole new lfie starting.
A lot of people will remember Kielle for her amazing writing, her incredible energy, the way she'd take an idea and run with it and make it into something everyone could share. A wonder sense of humour and ability to make people feel welcome. Hell, she shepherded about eighty percent of the comics ficcers into the community, if the posts people are making in her journal are anything to go by. She was fundamental in taking a bunch of geeks interested in comics and writing and making them into a community, a community whose bonds still remain. She gave us a place to meet, boards to chat and abuse each other on, an archive, new genres to write in like The Common People...
I'll remember a friend. Someone who I wrote with and shared jokes with and who didn't mind me stealing her avatar for Subreality stories and RRs. Someone who was human, and had her flaws - taking on too much and getting majorly burned out with comics fandom, for one - but who was still someone I was very proud to know. Someone I let slip over the years, as I have so many others, and I regret that now more than I can say. But Phil is always telling me, true friends are the ones you can come back to after several years of not being in touch, and it's like nothing's changed. I like to think that maybe Ki was one of those.
*chuckles* I remember, for her wedding to Chris, I sent over a biggish box filled with Aussie chocolate. Tim Tams, Caramello Koalas and the like. Sherbert bombs since I remembered Kielle mentioning those from the years she lived here as a kid. And I wrote on the outside of it "Diabetes in a box". Man, did I get grief from the post office about that - it was recently post-September 11, and the anthrax scares, and I had to argue that it was a) impossible to transmit diabetes in a box and b) even if I was trying, I wouldn't tell someone about it, would I? Eventually the box got to where it was supposed to go. It was probably the last time I mailed anything over, barring the card and chocolate I mailed on Tuesday. Which will get there too late now - I wish I hadn't waited to hear from the last hold-outs.
This is getting rambly. I guess I wanted to say somewhere public that today I lost a friend, and the world is a darker place for it. That's all.