Yesterday, my dear friend, Mouse (Vera) passed away. I am still reeling from this news, even though it was certainly not unexpected. Mouse spent the last five years courageously battling ovarian cancer. Every possible treatment was tried, but even the ones that worked only did for a little while. Finally, there were no more treatments.
It was also the fourth anniversary of the death of another loved one. And, of course, the fifth annivesary of 9/11. I'm too exhausted to say much about that, except to point to New York Magazine's publishing of the beginning of the thread that occurred that awful morning on Echo, the bbs to which I belong. I logged on to read that morning, eventually, and now I revisit it every year, sometimes reading the whole thing, other times not making it through more than half a day's worth of posts. But here you can read the start.
A friend I spoke with yesterday thought maybe I should tear September 11th out of all my calendars from now on. It's a thought.
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