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My best friend is dead.

My condolences, Sarky.

Yes, my condolences.

So sorry to hear about that. Condolences

Really sorry to hear that Sarky. My thoughts and sympathies to you and your friend's family and those close to them.

Hug anytime you need one, S.K.

Okay. Okay.

Her name was Patricia Thompson. To me she was Professor Thompson. She was the daughter of a famous Russian poet and she spent years working to have her relation to her father formally recognized because he wasn't married to her mom. She was one of my first teachers at Lehman, a class on Family Relationships. Her class gave me the space I needed to vent because of my family's complete idiocy after my parents split. I became friends with her right off the bat because I knew who the goddess Hestia was. She taught an Hestian/Hermean type system on the public/private domain. I attended her last class at Lehman on Women in Antiquity. She never stopped gushing about how much she loved my paper on Wonder Woman.

She considered me her adopted grandson. I considered her the first real friend I ever had that didn't involve an internet connection.

She was 89 years old, and I know people are all like "Well she was old, these things happen." But no. NO. She may have had some health issues but she was active and her mind was intact. She didn't have Alzheimer's or dementia and she didn't spend the last years of her life rotting away in a nursing home like my other two grandmothers did. Last weekend I learned she broke her hip, and I tried calling the hospital she was staying in and even tried to visit on Tuesday but it sounded like she wasn't in a mood to receive them. And then on Thursday I called her son, and he said her doctors believed it wasn't good and she had days at the most. He even told me she probably wouldn't have even known I was there if I did see her.

I left Friday morning. The nurse told me she died at 10:55 AM. That's around the same time I got on the god damn subway to come see her. Some April Fool's joke on me, right?! The moment I leave to see her she dies. And she was still in her room. Not, I mean, not in her bed. On one of those gurneys. With the morgue tag and everything. And, she had her eyes closed but her mouth was open and she looked like she was still in pain and I just, EVERYTHING. I HATE EVERYTHING.

DEV. LASH. PROFESSOR THOMPSON. THAT'S THREE. THREE IN SIX MONTHS WHO HAVE DIED.

She was writing a book about her relationship with her father! She still had a career even if she was a retired teacher! And a broken hip ends all that over the course of a week!

Sorry for your loss, SK. This year has been incredibly rough.

That's a sad ending for a dynamic and brilliant woman. I'm sorry you didn't get to say goodbye to her, to speak to her one last time. 89 isn't that old today, especially for someone who was as mentally active as she seemed to be.

She no doubt enjoyed your company as much as you did her's.

Really sorry to hear of your loss SK, your friends sounds inspiring. Remember the good time and the solid frienship you shared and trynot to focus on the abrupt ending, that might help you get through this rough period. Big hug.

I wish I closed her mouth for her when I saw her. She didn't deserve to look like that.

She sounds like an amazing woman. I am sorry for your loss. Indeed, the world is worse off for her passing.

For years she saved any newspaper and magazine articles she could find on comics to give to me, saying I could use them for my thesis on comic books if I went to grad school.

She told me she never realized comics were so important to mainstream culture, and always joked about how she threw away her son's comics when he was young and he never forgave her.

My condolences on your loss SK. I hope soon you will just have your good memories of Prof. Thompson.

For the next few weeks I, I will not be buying or reading anything new from DC or Marvel Comics. Vertigo's okay though.

I just, I don't have the strength to pretend I don't hate, well, pretty much every writer both companies have in my mindset right now.

Because the idea that my friend died before she could finish her last book, while all those completely two-faced, hypocritical men and women keep pumping out whatever their editors tell them to write just, just makes me want to, I can't even say it.

Guys I think I need to stay away from LW for a while.

I feel miserable all the time and all I'm doing on here is complaining.

Take all the time you need, Sarky.

Well things somehow managed to get worse because guess who's sibling is locked inside their college library because someone's on campus with a gun?

Can someone tell me when April decided to start doing crack? Because that's what it feels like at this point.

Oh no. This is ongoing, Sarky? I hope your sibling gets out safe and the police resolve this without any bloodshed.

My sibling texted me, said everything was fine.

I am very glad to hear that, Sarky.

I... this is one of those "I wished you were dead" situations.

Tuesday night and Wednesday were the, the absolute worst I've felt throughout this whole thing, and that night I wrote something on tumblr along those lines regarding my sibling and parents.

I feel like this is punishment for writing that.

Sarky, you could choose to believe that fate works that way and think this is the universe's way of showing you how to appreciate your sibling - as your sibling came out of the ordeal safe.

but you could also choose to believe in coincidence. this was a coincidence, but it also happened to teach you how to appreciate your sibling.

Either way, the important thing is what you have learned form this and how you will act from now on.

Hi guys.

I'm feeling much more better than I was last month. There were some other issues concerning Prof. Thompson that came up, but I feel I'm in a better place.

I got a second job and my sibling's graduating on Friday.

Sounds like things are looking up! That's awesome, Sarc!