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There's been a lot of people reaching out and getting back in touch with each other. It's a good thing, even if the reason is a sad one. I think Ki would have appreciated seeing it.

For me, there's laundry. Much laundry o' doom, since I have the towels and sheets used during GASP to clean. And more packing. I moved the CDs to the case I bought yesterday (note: I have a _lot_ of CDs. Around 300, bought and burned) and packed a box of kitchen stuff, now it's time to move onto the clothes and fill up a couple of those parcels for sending Monday.

There's a possibility I can make the wake. Still ironing out details since it's the day after I get to Toronto, technically.

And for the record? Yes, life's important. Telling people you love them is important. Taking care of yourself and those you care about is important. Reaching out to each other, supporting each other right now? It's important.

Some things don't need ~~pontificating.~~

Current Mood: melancholy

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From:

technophobia.livejournal.com

Dammit dammit dammit.

I'm going to be in Arizona watching missiles get fired off the back of a HMMWV.

Not that I was super-close to Kielle, but fuck, I could use some friends around right now. That and I wish I could get over my compulsive worrying about the appropriateness of my reaction to the death of someone I wasn't super-close to.

From:

deathpixie

Twiller, grief is grief. There's no right or wrong way to go about it, and we all have our reactions. I hadn't really spoken to Ki for at least a year, possibly two, and yet this is tearing me up like you wouldn't believe. But I'm also going to be all right, because I have people who support me and because I'm giving myself permission to feel just as bad as I want to feel, regardless of how well or how long I knew her. Ki was a wonderful person, a good friend, and the world, and in particular, our corner of it, is made incredibly poorer by the loss.

Call people. Email them. Catch them on AIM or even drop into #subcafe for old times' sake and to catch up with people. It's a poor substitute for physical comfort, I know, but you take what you can get, sometimes.

From:

trishalynn.livejournal.com

I'll be in town the weekend before the wake and can take the train down to see you and visit. That would really be cool. Plus, being around someone who still believes might help me from sliding too deeply into agnosticism. I'm already fucking pissed off at God, and living with an atheist doesn't help. I need the kind of comfort I know you'll be able to help me with, without going into the stupid "It's all according to God's plan" words that make me want to hurl.