For Sarah Louise Trombly-Stillson:
The song that started going through my mind today when I heard Sarah had died was the "Butterflies are free to fly" part of Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight." I don't know why. The song wasn't already running through my head. The lyrics aren't apropos except for me wanting her to be free. No one saved poor dear Sarah's life. But Sarah bailed me out of deep emotional holes more often than a lot of folks. Sarah had been in a lot of bad holes herself, many more than just emotional, and most not of her creating. I tried to help. It wasn't enough.
I'm so sorry, Sarah. I wish I could have helped more. I wish I'd met you in person. I wish I'd known you longer than the 12-16 years we'd been e-mailing, SMSing, and only rarely talking on the phone. I wish we could have talked longer when you called me on my birthday. I wish I'd reached you when I called back. But I'm so glad to have known you. I'm so glad we both liked "Space Ghost Coast to Coast," and both wound up on the show's mailing list, so we could know each other. I'm so sorry Brian died, and so sorry for all the bad shit that came your way after that, but we both did what we could. Would that it were more.
Sarah, I hope your family -- Eileen, Ruthie, the rest of you, and all your friends -- does as well as they can with your being gone. I can do little more, and hope no less. Your family has suffered enough lately, even before you died.
I like the Gerry Rafferty song I posted the video for below when he died. The copyright police took it, but here's another, and this one's for you, dear. (Please forgive the ad.) I hope you too get where you were going. I'm sorry I can't say anything better. Or maybe I can, but not now.
<{[(HUG!!)]}>
Good bye, dear one.
