A Light Through the Darkness

I have been pondering the frailty and fleetingness of human life today and yesterday. I found out that the guy who got me back into writing, the man who could basically be considered my mentor, lost his wife yesterday. Very suddenly, from illness. And it got me thinking. Not only of the sadness, but of the wonderful people that I have come to know in the blogosphere.

Any one of us could go, at any time. And if I did suddenly die, what would I leave, besides unfinished manuscripts and plans that never came through? I would leave all the people I loved, all the people I touched and that touched me. I would leave my family, and the wonderful friends I have made over the years.

My heart goes out to Tee and his daughter, and I can't imagine what he's going through. Pip Ballantine, another printmate of our's, has organized a fund to help with bills and stuff. If you'd like to help out, I know they'd appreciate it. There are rumors of an auction coming too - this was highly unexpected and has hit them hard.



And hug someone you love today. Let them know how much they mean to you.

argus7hills' flu found me today. Not in at work, for obvious reasons. Slept until 12:45 pm and only got up because my paper is due today. No, I haven't started working on it yet - I'm still trying to clear the brain goo (thanks, Pook!) from my head. I'm hoping the tea will start working soon.

And Philip Jose Farmer died yesterday. Another giant of SF.

Someday, I will look around, and all the people who first inspired me to write will be gone. And that, my friends, is a very, very depressing thought.

Arthur C. Clarke has died.

Thanks to lupabitch for the heads-up.