I just got home, after spending 11 days away from home, and the computer for that matter.
I’m at a loss for words. Add some jetlag to that, and I’m not even sure I can possibly sound coherent.
But Tim, I wanted to thank you for that wonderful post. I can’t begin to imagine the grief you and your family are going through now. Your worries for Patrick are very moving… that took a big heart.
Patrick, I’m so sorry that you and Christi didn’t get to walk down that long road of life together. But I trust and hope she enlighted your life like she enlighted all of ours, even if it was for far too short.
Rest in peace, Christi. My thoughts are with your family, and Patrick, right now. Strength to you all.
Tim, many, many thanks for that wonderful post from an obviously deeply caring mate. Yes, PLEASE return so that we can learn a little more about Cristi through you.
Coldfire just gave me the tragic news this morning. I am so terribly sorry for this loss to the close friends and family of Persephone. There’s nothing more that I can say about her that hasn’t already been said, but she will be missed.
Man, words can’t express how I feel right now. This is so saddening. I knew her a bit, used to read her LJ every so often and loved reading posts by her on here. Hugs and prayers to all who knew her well and to all of her friends and her kids. This is just so terrible.
Rest in Peace, Cristi. I wish I had gotten to know you better.
I haven’t been to the boards for a while and I am shocked by this news. Does anyone have the picture of Persephone when she posted as Christie with the peep on the end of a sword ?
She was a sweet, funny, kind and gentle lady. We will all miss her.
I will be praying for her family and for our own beloved Euty.
I never met Cristi, and I doubt that she would have even recognized my screen name. Still, I’ve been lurking for many years, and I feel like I’ve lost someone. She was in my thoughts all weekend, and I’m so sorry for all those who have lost her friendship and love.
It’s always so hard to get a true insight into what somebody on a message board is really like. The anonymity, the words floating across the ether don’t often give you a true idea of the person who’s thoughts you are reading.
Persephone was an exception. Her decency and good-nature was undistorted by the medium, and the hallmark for me of interacting with Persephone or reading her posts was that you felt good afterwards.
Back when I was in college I was paging through a book of poetry and the title of this poem caught my eye for it’s strangeness. It feels like it might be appropriate, so I’ll link to it.
I don’t even know how to say this, Scylla. I’ve been searching for something worthy of writing a college application essay about for the past few days. I thought I was well on my way to the one that would work for me. Then, innocently enough, I clicked on the link.
That poem, for those who didn’t yet click on it, is by Yeats, whom I’ve been assigned to research (who/what influenced him) for my English 244 class. The odds of that happening … positively eery.
I’ve written something just in the past half-hour which I’ll share elsewhere on the board, if desired. I’ll happily email the link; I don’t want to hijack this thread with a link to my journal, but I found the coincidence too startling not to mention.
Tim, thank you so much for your post. I was worrying about what would happen when you told the little ones all weekend. Everyone says that children are resilient; I don’t even have to say that some moments will be “fine”, and some will be hellish. That is self-evident. But what is just as obvious, is that you are letting nothing come between your children and the enormous love you and Cristi shared for them.
Please check in with us some times, when you feel like it, when the time is right. We’d love to hear how you and the kidlets are doing.
I’m sorry for the double post, but I came across this, from a while ago, and I thought it might amuse you. It used to be my sig. Because your kids are just that great.
I’ve been trying to think of something to say since I got the news, and I still don’t have the words. Just thinking that I won’t ever get to pile her and John and Diana into my station wagon for a trip to the cider mill or a visit somewhere is something that I still can’t wrap my mind around. I still can’t beleive she’s gone and I don’t want to beleive it.
I’m in the same spot: I didn’t know her too well, and like always I wish I knew what to say. Tim, Patrick, I’m so sorry for your loss. I think PunditLisa nailed it with her last line…
