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Post by NickiGuestEdit on May 3, 2005 7:15:20 GMT -5
As a guest, I can't delete or edit the post above, but I would like to add to it.
It's a hard thing to watch someone die, especially someone you care about. I know that I don't want my loved ones to go through that when I die, and I have to think that Patti wouldn't have wanted it for her friends and family either.
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Post by Onjel on May 3, 2005 7:23:22 GMT -5
Everyone's grief is being expressed so lovingly. I love you all. I don't feel I have words that will offer any comfort to anyone. Today is going to be so hard - as hard, or harder than when I lost my brother so suddenly last year, because Patti has been a part of my life - of me - almost every day of the past 2 years. She was just a special and loving person. Always had a kind word for everyone. Her Patti-itis made us all laugh as we sat back and enjoyed her quick wit and quirky humour. I looked forward to it everyday and missed her when she was busy with rl. Above all I'll miss that connection I had with her. I'll miss how she would laugh at my lamer jokes as we tried to make sense of "Lost" and last year, "Angel". I never felt alone when she was here. I will miss her so much. So much. I haven't the words to express what she meant to me. She will always be in my heart. Patti will always be here and everytime I think of Willow, I'll think of her. Today I feel like Willow. WILLOW: Well, I can't see Buffy at the morgue and be all royal! "Oh, I'm the king of everything, I'm better than you!" I have to be supportive, I, Buffy needs me to be supportive, I... God, why do all my shirts have such stupid things on them? Why can't I just dress like a grownup? Can't I be a grownup?
TARA: Shh. Shh, darling.
WILLOW: (crying) I can't do this.
(Tara kisses her on the forehead, then on the mouth. Willow returns the kiss. Then Tara leans her forehead against Willow's. )
TARA: We can do this.
WILLOW: Okay. We can be there for Buffy. And Dawn. (crying) Little Dawn.
TARA: We can be strong.
WILLOW: Strong like an Amazon?
TARA: Strong like an Amazon, right.
WILLOW: Okay. (nods, sniffles) I wish I had the blue.
Today is going to be hard. Tomorrow will be better. I know this. It always is. But today...it's not going to be easy to be here. {{{{Karen}}}} Words fail me, sweetie.
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Post by Karen on May 3, 2005 7:24:46 GMT -5
As a guest, I can't delete or edit the post above, but I would like to add to it. It's a hard thing to watch someone die, especially someone you care about. I know that I don't want my loved ones to go through that when I die, and I have to think that Patti wouldn't have wanted it for her friends and family either. {{{Nicki}}} I think you're right. I feel someone was watching out for Diane when she wasn't allowed into Patti's house last night. We miss you, Nicki. *hug*
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Post by Lola m on May 3, 2005 7:48:50 GMT -5
Me either. This is going to sound trite and stupid right now but all that keeps going through my head is how mad Patti would be knowing that she isn't going to see who killed Lilly. Not stupid at all. I keep thinking about how happy Patti was that we had all these new shows to watch and new people joining and being enthusiastic about things. And how she posted about talking with Vlad and feeling like the proud "old timers" or parents, looking at all the stuff the new kids were doing. And she posted that lovely note recently about just being home and sitting with her cat and enjoying the little things. How nice it was to just enjoy the day.
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Post by Lola m on May 3, 2005 7:52:13 GMT -5
I had the presence of mind to commend Diane, our S'cubie on the front lines. I must not neglect to commend Vlad, and Shanno, and Matthew, and Winter and her astute husband, and Spring for locating a post that enabled Vlad to find Patti's brother, and anyone else whose part in the rescue attempt I'm either overlooking or wasn't mentioned in a post. It was a community effort, because we *are* a community. If we didn't know that for sure before, we certainly do now. I think we should privately all log emergency contact information with someone--is there a volunteer?--so this horror of helpless waiting that today was for most of us who couldn't think of anything constructive to do needn't happen again, regardless of the circumstances. I second that! I also will be giving my sister instructions on how to post a quick note here (and giving her name and number to a contact here on the board) to be used in case I am ever unavoidably and unexpectedly sidelined in some way.
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Post by Wendy on May 3, 2005 7:53:07 GMT -5
{{{Nicki}}} I think you're right. I feel someone was watching out for Diane when she wasn't allowed into Patti's house last night. We miss you, Nicki. *hug* Oh, I agree. I can't help but to be grateful for that. I'm so glad that Diane didn't have to see her that way. I can't imagine how painful that would have been. This is really going to be a tough day. {{S'cubies}}
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Post by Jan on May 3, 2005 7:58:17 GMT -5
Oh, I agree. I can't help but to be grateful for that. I'm so glad that Diane didn't have to see her that way. I can't imagine how painful that would have been. This is really going to be a tough day. {{S'cubies}} Thank you for using the prayer of St. Francis for your tagline--it is a comfort to me, and I know that it is a sentiment that Patti held in herself.
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Post by Pixi on May 3, 2005 8:00:57 GMT -5
Not stupid at all. I keep thinking about how happy Patti was that we had all these new shows to watch and new people joining and being enthusiastic about things. And how she posted about talking with Vlad and feeling like the proud "old timers" or parents, looking at all the stuff the new kids were doing. And she posted that lovely note recently about just being home and sitting with her cat and enjoying the little things. How nice it was to just enjoy the day. I remember that post about her lovely day. And she just got to see James and have a song dedicated to her (in a way). I'm happy God gave her these special treats.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 3, 2005 8:06:09 GMT -5
We fussed so at each other for being so silly about spending so much for Slayerfest.
I'm so glad we went.
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Post by Cal on May 3, 2005 8:11:40 GMT -5
We fussed so at each other for being so silly about spending so much for Slayerfest. I'm so glad we went. I've been thinking about that today. I'm so glad that you had that time together, Diane. I'm still finding it hard to find the words. But my heart is with you all.
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Post by Jan on May 3, 2005 8:16:49 GMT -5
Oh, I agree. I can't help but to be grateful for that. I'm so glad that Diane didn't have to see her that way. I can't imagine how painful that would have been. This is really going to be a tough day. {{S'cubies}} I must agree as well. As angry as I was at the police, the way it evolved was in fact a blessing for Diane. But only, of course, because we know that the timing was not a factor for help to Patti.
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Post by Wendy on May 3, 2005 8:17:03 GMT -5
Thank you for using the prayer of St. Francis for your tagline--it is a comfort to me, and I know that it is a sentiment that Patti held in herself. The prayer just felt right to me. I'm glad it was some comfort for you. {Jan}
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Post by Becky H on May 3, 2005 9:07:25 GMT -5
I am sitting here stunned and crying and angry. Angry at the police, angry at my stupid life that's kept me away from the board but mostly just angry with no place to focus it. Why Patti? She was such a lovely, lovely woman. She will always live in our hearts but that's a poor substitute for hearing her voice and reading her words.
I don't have the words to tell all of you what you mean to me. My love, admiration, and respect for what you have done and how you tried to help Patti are too big to limit by typing.
Please let me know what I can contribute to a tribute to Patti.
{{S'cubies}}
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 3, 2005 9:10:03 GMT -5
My daughter has been so supportive. She sent me this to share with you:
I have lumps on my head from invisible bricks.
"If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. " THE BRICK A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are! you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister..please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly lump in his throat He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
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Post by Pixi on May 3, 2005 9:16:25 GMT -5
I am sitting here stunned and crying and angry. Angry at the police, angry at my stupid life that's kept me away from the board but mostly just angry with no place to focus it. Why Patti? She was such a lovely, lovely woman. She will always live in our hearts but that's a poor substitute for hearing her voice and reading her words. I don't have the words to tell all of you what you mean to me. My love, admiration, and respect for what you have done and how you tried to help Patti are too big to limit by typing. Please let me know what I can contribute to a tribute to Patti. {{S'cubies}} {{Becky}}
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