Sara's Gone

Sara's gone. Sara almost made you want an artifical leg, just so you could use her helpful tips to avoid "socket farts."

She put water-absorbing body parts in jars and took unflattering photos of herself. And if I ever do lose a leg or get cancer or, fuck it all, both, I will know how to behave.

I have more of Moving Right Along to read, but these posts are what made me love her.

Comments

[Big Dot]

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I went to her blog from here and enjoyed her attitude to life and the small joys she found every day. I hadn't visited for a while, but I will now.

[Angie]

Cancer can suck my balls.

[Becs]

Death sucks. Well, most of the time.

[magpie]

Bummer.

[Mrs. Hall]

From her blog, written by her love Erik,

"She did not live for drama and artificially complicated emotions but instead for the simplicity of feelings projected out through sincerity and an unbiased affection for her fellow humans. She lived for the beauty of nature, and to share with everyone the joy of expressing inner truth. In her art she took delicate human emotion and put it out there for the world. To Sara, art was an act of love and courage. A love for life and beauty which was too big not to be shared, and the courage to put herself out there with no fear of those with base motives. She was never afraid of people like this, but instead felt only pity. Pity in part for their own inability to be themselves, and pity for the energy wasted in blind conformance."

amen to that.

let's all raise our glass and give thanks

(group hug everybody)

Mrs. Hall

[#3]

Actually, I'm pretty damned sick of death, and after reading Elizabeth's blog, I'm pretty damned grateful to be suffering only from menstrual cramps.

[TheQueen]

Big Dot - Her love has a new post. Mom would agree with it. It's on pity and how unwelcome it is.
Angie - That sounds dangerous.
Becs - Always sucks
Magpie - Too much death all around.
Mrs Hall - to Life!
3 - Aw.