I just sobbed hot bitter tears all the way home from the hardware store, where I received a text message from Susan Joy informing me of the sudden death of Tink's wife Pamela today. In fact, still crying as I type here.
I've "known" Tink for just about exactly four years, the same way the rest of you know him, as the crazy blogging cat at open salon and elsewhere. Finally, this last July when returning home from our family reunion in West Virginia, I stopped at their "Indiucky" home in New Albany, Indiana and spent an evening laughing and hanging out with Jason (our Tink) and wifey bear Pam who guided me in to their neck of the woods via phone. They provided a bed for me to rest, and the next morning when I left, it was T's birthday and Pam whispered to me to be sure to congratulate him, which I did of course. Their love for each other was quite evident to me then, as it has been to all I am certain, over time.
Death of a loved one is most vile for the survivors, and today my deepest heartfelt sympathies go out to Jason and family.
Damnet man, I am so very deeply sorry, for whatever that is worth-- at this moment probably not much.
Tears... more tears . . . . .