Thursday, March 26, 2009


It's been something along the lines of 13 hours since I realized that Amanda has passed, and I still just can't understand why. I mean, she had a husband and a three-year old son, here, you know? He was gonna grow up and go to school and play and laugh and read books and now he doesn't have the sweet, kind, caring mother he deserves to experience it all with him. All I can say is, thank God for Mr. Pink, who I know will go above and beyond to make sure that everyday of his life will be worth it. And I know Amanda is probably up there right now, keeping a watchful eye over them both, while occasionally knocking back a dry martini with Cary Grant.

I think this is the most fitting song to say goodbye to the warrior with. Godspeed, Alabamapink.


Lord Thundercox said...

My sympathies, sir.

Tania said...

I don't understand, either! I'm about twice your age, and I've lost quite a few people, but believe me, it never gets easier.

I keep hearing Anya's speech from 'The Body' in my head. That pretty much sums it up for me.