The Living Years
I've only just found out that a very dear person and amazing long-distance friend passed away suddenly on Sunday due to meningitis.
I can't even tell you precisely when Sharon and I tripped over each other: sometime between '95-97, when both of us were mad for Highlander: The Series and both putting our size ten toes into the whole fan writing pool that would later become an obsession that took up a decade or more and furthered a friendship that distance didn't seem to have much impact on.
I can't tell you what I had to offer this delightful woman from the UK except my own writings and encouragements for her to keep at her epic length work. But I do know that she has been there for me during multiple major life tragedies. Sometime with just an encouraging word, a quick virtual hug, or even some sage wisdom. More often though she offered palpable and touchable signs of her affection and kindness: cards for no reason at all as well as holidays, flowers for my birthday, when my mother died, last year for my surgery for breast cancer. She'd sent me king's cakes for Christmas which were always anticipated and devoured within days.
We've only me in person once or twice, at various conventions, but she was and remains -- even with her passing -- a robust laugh in my ear, a sympathetic pat on my shoulder, and encouraging whisper, and a smiling face I have no doubt I'll see again some day.
God speed, Sharon. God bless, and thank you for being a part of my life -- you are so sorely missed, but not forgotten. Thank you so much for being my friend.
I can't even tell you precisely when Sharon and I tripped over each other: sometime between '95-97, when both of us were mad for Highlander: The Series and both putting our size ten toes into the whole fan writing pool that would later become an obsession that took up a decade or more and furthered a friendship that distance didn't seem to have much impact on.
I can't tell you what I had to offer this delightful woman from the UK except my own writings and encouragements for her to keep at her epic length work. But I do know that she has been there for me during multiple major life tragedies. Sometime with just an encouraging word, a quick virtual hug, or even some sage wisdom. More often though she offered palpable and touchable signs of her affection and kindness: cards for no reason at all as well as holidays, flowers for my birthday, when my mother died, last year for my surgery for breast cancer. She'd sent me king's cakes for Christmas which were always anticipated and devoured within days.
We've only me in person once or twice, at various conventions, but she was and remains -- even with her passing -- a robust laugh in my ear, a sympathetic pat on my shoulder, and encouraging whisper, and a smiling face I have no doubt I'll see again some day.
God speed, Sharon. God bless, and thank you for being a part of my life -- you are so sorely missed, but not forgotten. Thank you so much for being my friend.
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