dagblog - Comments for "For the Friends of Stratofrog"

Kelly:

Anonymous — Sun, 01 Oct 2017 01:24:35 +0000

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Kelly:

I want you to know how much I value you

In real life I have had a number of female friends whom I valued – whether for intelligence, or imaginative creativity, or whimsical/dry humor, or a level of empathy which engendered a desire and willingness to help others. But, until I encountered you, Kelly (and Rowan), I had never encountered a woman/women who combined all these characteristics into a cohesive whole.

I think the Café At TPM was a forum that was a gift to writers of both genders. It is my personal opinion that you –Kelly/Strato - were, are, and will always be the best writer/contributor to the café, without exception. And, given our still sexist society, I rejoice that, on TPM, there was a female subset to you ….a group of talented, articulate informed women who included: Victoria R and Wendy D (whose TPM IDs, for some reason, I can’t remember), as well as C’Ville Dem, Aunt Sam, Flowerchild, Barefooted and a few others I would have to look at backup files to name.

Wendy Staebler/Miss Manners

Kelly and Rowan:

Anonymous — Sun, 01 Oct 2017 01:20:59 +0000

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Kelly and Rowan:

Wendy Davis was kind enough to forward Rowan’s post advising those of us who love you both of your current and obviously heartbreaking circumstances.

In real life, I’ve had two close female friends who have died of cancer. One of whom put her faith in western medicine and endured surgery and endless rounds of chemotherapy. And it was she who died miserably, in hospital, rallying her wit to quote Oscar Wilde: “…either I or the wallpaper must go.” The other, Deborah Bonnier, was my closest friend when I lived in Miami. She endured surgery and one round of chemo and, after that horrific experience, then decided that she would prefer to die sooner rather than later if she could be at home, surrounded by the people she loved. (I wrote about her on TPM, as I so admired her courage and dignity.)

So. Given the disparity of their individual experience, I respect and admire you for having the courage that Deborah had to value quality of life over length of life.

After she died, I rewrote my living will, to reflect her choices. So I understand your choices, with which I concur.

Ti amo, je t’aime, I love you,

Wendy

Dick, you ain't slipping by,

PeraclesPlease — Thu, 28 Sep 2017 19:03:49 +0000

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Dick, you ain't slipping by, no how, no way. You'll be begging us to let you go by the time it's through, and well, we just might, but don't think you're just gonna catch the night train and that's the end of it. Now belly up to the bar - you've got some rounds to spot for us, I believe, and btw, what'd your mum pack us for lunch?

Signed, the abusive kool kidz in teh back of the Dagblog klassroom.

I MISSED THIS!

Richard Day — Wed, 27 Sep 2017 18:13:02 +0000

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I MISSED THIS!

Strato would comment on my older stuff all the time.

And I would comment on his, I assume.

Strato was a regular at TPM and here.

I shall miss Strato.

One gets older and friends seem to slip by.

I hope some remember me when I slip by.

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Tue, 26 Sep 2017 01:10:09 +0000

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Tue, 26 Sep 2017 01:09:41 +0000

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Tue, 26 Sep 2017 01:09:05 +0000

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Anonymous — Tue, 26 Sep 2017 01:08:20 +0000

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Read your news while eating

Tue, 26 Sep 2017 01:03:15 +0000

In reply to For the Friends of Stratofrog

Read your news while eating breakfast at the Bluenose cafe in downtown Halifax. Sat there blubbering, an elderly waitress tenderly bringing me coffee and napkins and patting me on the back for the rest of the morning.

WAY TO RUIN BREAKFAST, STRATO!

Ah dear.

How does the heart connect when all we ever see of each other on here are words... and a bit of music, of course. And yet, a person begins to form in our mind.

But in your case, Strato, a person of... magic. Walking poems. Trees that talk. Colour jumping out when we were arguing black/white lines. 11 syllables and a smile after I'd been dropping a 3 day rant and glowering.

Let me say it. Strange e-world this one we live in and fall through, and much to worry about within in. But also, sometimes, you meet people here, and they open their hearts, and a light comes out, and you just... fall in love.

That simple.

That Strato.

In my life, the true life forces - the life forces - that I have met, well, when I close my eyes I still see them. As a candle in my mind's map. Stratofrog my friend, you've been a candle for me for years now.

Your candle's not going out, darling. Just moving a bit further North.

We'll meet you there soon enough. For us, a few more years to look at the leaves from below.

All my love.

Stratofrog says often how

librewolf — Mon, 25 Sep 2017 14:15:25 +0000

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Stratofrog says often how lucky she feels in the love that has found her and how happy she is with the course of her life.

As confusion from the tumor's stealing her language, she says that music is the only thing that still makes total sense.

She is embracing her life with grace as she 'packs her bag' for this final journey.