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This is what I posted on FB:
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I dunno what to say today- I just got up to discover that my ex, who I was still good friends with, Gina (she was on here but recently changed the blog name to something unspellable - it used to be tyveksworld) died of a sudden massive stroke yesterday evening. She was only, what, 45 or something? I feel shocked enough, so I dread to think how her son Chris, her husband Eric, her brother Keith, and her mum - these things are supposed to go the other way round - must be feeling.
She had a lot of friends too, in Who fandom, turtle fandom (real and TMNT), in metal fandom (Nightwish were her favourites), and in her work community of school bus drivers. (I remember one time were chilling on the couch in front of Spae Ghost Coast To Coast in the 90s and Brak on the show was singing some song that had the line “you can drive a school bus and I can…” whatever he could, and I seriously thought I was hallucinating or tripping or something… I always remember that when I think of American school buses.
I remember that the first time we chatted was what stopped me stepping off a roof that evening. I remember much goofiness, like one time she needed to feed a white mouse to one of the snakes, and couldn’t kill it - I swear that little bugger was immortal. I love that kind of thing in people- ecletic interests and goofiness, which is why I loved her, (and, like others, still will even though she’s gone).
Shit, I don’t even know how to end this post. I really don’t.
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(Yes, this is the mother of my ex-stepson, the closest thing I have to a child, so...)
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I dunno what to say today- I just got up to discover that my ex, who I was still good friends with, Gina (she was on here but recently changed the blog name to something unspellable - it used to be tyveksworld) died of a sudden massive stroke yesterday evening. She was only, what, 45 or something? I feel shocked enough, so I dread to think how her son Chris, her husband Eric, her brother Keith, and her mum - these things are supposed to go the other way round - must be feeling.
She had a lot of friends too, in Who fandom, turtle fandom (real and TMNT), in metal fandom (Nightwish were her favourites), and in her work community of school bus drivers. (I remember one time were chilling on the couch in front of Spae Ghost Coast To Coast in the 90s and Brak on the show was singing some song that had the line “you can drive a school bus and I can…” whatever he could, and I seriously thought I was hallucinating or tripping or something… I always remember that when I think of American school buses.
I remember that the first time we chatted was what stopped me stepping off a roof that evening. I remember much goofiness, like one time she needed to feed a white mouse to one of the snakes, and couldn’t kill it - I swear that little bugger was immortal. I love that kind of thing in people- ecletic interests and goofiness, which is why I loved her, (and, like others, still will even though she’s gone).
Shit, I don’t even know how to end this post. I really don’t.
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(Yes, this is the mother of my ex-stepson, the closest thing I have to a child, so...)
