Neither Sandra nor I believe in an afterlife, but if her ghost is floating nearby somewhere right now she would be so pissed. Because if there’s one song guaranteed to drive her nuts it was the Wu Tang’s Gravel Pit. Just mentioning it would give her an earworm. So if ectoplasm starts to drip from the walls tonight I’ll know ghosts are real…
Meanwhile it’s been almost two weeks since she died — it’ll be exactly two weeks at 2:30 tonight. Last week was mostly a blur, this week I went back to work and “normal” life but it has been strange. Strange to not live a life revolving around hospital visits. One of the things that helped, but last week and this week has been to immerse myself in a bit of archive binging, first reading through the entire Something Positive archive while I was sitting next to Sandra’s body, then continuing with Sluggy Freelance when Something Positive had run out of archive…
I don’t want to dwell on her death; rather I would like to use my Sundays to remember Sandra with a new blog feature. So for the next few Sundays or more I’ll be writing about her and her interests.
Because I don’t want to wake up one morning and realise I’ve forgotten her.
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