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deathpixieFirst of all, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] who, by her own admission didn't know Ki that well, but really captured why her loss has had such an impact.
And then [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], who summed up her contribution to comics fanfic in a manner that was sensitive and respectful and honest.
I'm going to take Amanda's advice and answer some email, I think. Because it's true. You think you have plenty of time, and then one day you turn around and the moment's lost. And I swore off regrets (forcibly, I seem to recall *wry*) not that long ago.
Also, should people wish to contribute, make a donation in Kielle's name for anti-cancer research.
And to leave you, lyrics spam. This song got stuck in my head earlier this week after I finished work. Working with the dead tends to make me introspective any way, but yeah, appropriate considering the reactions I've been reading. And having.
Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so
Than some people get across, in a life of lying low.
And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barely kissed,
but you don't see it at the time, and the moment that you've missed.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.
There's a photo of your gang, on the night she hung about,
and you're looking like a wag, you've got your fat tongue poking out.
But she's no-where to be seen, you won't spot her anywhere.
It was her who took the picture, you were looking straight at her.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.
Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
Or a bit less than a weekend. Is it shorter than a year?
Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
With a friend you make in transit,
to a daughter held so dear
Life's short, guys. Don't put stuff off. Answer that email you've been neglecting today.
And then [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], who summed up her contribution to comics fanfic in a manner that was sensitive and respectful and honest.
I'm going to take Amanda's advice and answer some email, I think. Because it's true. You think you have plenty of time, and then one day you turn around and the moment's lost. And I swore off regrets (forcibly, I seem to recall *wry*) not that long ago.
Also, should people wish to contribute, make a donation in Kielle's name for anti-cancer research.
And to leave you, lyrics spam. This song got stuck in my head earlier this week after I finished work. Working with the dead tends to make me introspective any way, but yeah, appropriate considering the reactions I've been reading. And having.
Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so
Than some people get across, in a life of lying low.
And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barely kissed,
but you don't see it at the time, and the moment that you've missed.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.
There's a photo of your gang, on the night she hung about,
and you're looking like a wag, you've got your fat tongue poking out.
But she's no-where to be seen, you won't spot her anywhere.
It was her who took the picture, you were looking straight at her.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.
Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
Or a bit less than a weekend. Is it shorter than a year?
Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
With a friend you make in transit,
to a daughter held so dear
Life's short, guys. Don't put stuff off. Answer that email you've been neglecting today.
