thefairymelusine: (chibi nefreti)
It's been a weird week. I've been stranded, technically homeless, arrested, shouted at, told how incredibly irrational all my actions are and that I'm lying repeatedly since Monday. (okay, I was only arrested once).

It's the time of several important anniversaries for me, including most of the major deaths that really, really affected me. (My Granny Theresa, my Grandad Jim and my Granny Mary, among others. It's winter, which is when I get saddest, although I do good things. But I miss people a lot around this time of year. For reference, Granny Theresa died in 2002 and Granny Mary started to die around this time last year, finally actually dying at the age of eighty something in January last year. I didn't get to the funeral.

That's irrelevant. What is relevant is that I didn't cry, properly, until about ten or eleven last night, when I found out that Mary Quinn had died. In he fifties, of cancer. Really, really nasty cancer, that she made some very very good jokes about. (describing a scan of her lungs as like the floor of a textile factory, and blaming the Obama administration for her prolapsed uterus)

I didn't know the woman very well. I think we knew of each other, and exchanged comments. We had a fair bit in common.

She lived a good life, and will be missed, and god I wish I'd actually emailed her when I wanted to do so.
Mood:: sad

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