sad. death.

[fflo]

Paula, my coworker, and not yet as much of a friend as I wish I'd made her, died last night. Her husband, gentle John, walked over to tell us the news.

We're all rather in shock.

I am thinking of how much regret I have that I didn't pursue her friendship more. And I'm thinking of what fun she could be, and how smart and savvy and verbal and witty she was. Irreverent, but not unserious. She had a gravitas that made her light and lightening moments seem all the more to be celebrated. It's only in the context of a sense of familiarity with angst that delight rings so deeply, with such profundity. And she did delight in much---it doesn't take having been her best pal to know that.

Goodbye, PAS. You know you've left a big ghost among us.

Comments

[lovelikeyeast.livejournal.com]

Uch, I'm so sorry. While it is sad that you won't ever have the chance to get to know her better, it sounds like the timing really wasn't ever really right, and that's just how it goes sometimes. Anyways, thinking bout you.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Thank ya, D. It's such a loss to this workplace, it's hard to describe. She's part of "old" MR, even though she was barely 50. Part of what used to be whacky fun about this place, of which now we have mere vestiges, in our concentration-on-productivity ways.