Post by R.L. on Nov 14, 2009 1:25:18 GMT -5
I have sad news to post, and I wish it was anyone else but me. My dear friend, and A.R.A.S. moderator, Giggin, passed away unexpectedly on November 4, 2009.
Giggin was a fantastically gifted musician who could make a trumpet obey her every command. She was a teacher, loyal friend, funny, compassionate, and a shoulder to lean on.
I met her online at The Alan Rickman Appreciation Society. I had signed up with the site, and had never entered a chat room before. Giggin took me under her wing and made me realize there was nothing to be afraid of. We had chats that were too numerous to count in what we lovingly called the Bat Cave. She, and I would be in there until the wee hours of the morning after every one else had left, talking about anything and everything. We would tell each other stories until we were storied out, and with great reluctance, we'd say our good byes, only to meet again, as we would say, "Same time, same Bat Channel."
She would send me little gifts in the mail during holidays, and post cards when she took a vacation. She understood that I had to watch every penny, and that I couldn't always exchange gifts with her. She had a way of making me feel okay because I didn't have the means to send a gift in return.
She was the ONLY person in this entire world that made me feel as if I had a sister. And if I am hurting this bad, then how much more are those that had known her all her life are aching? She was the best, not perfect, but the closest to the best that I have found.
May God grant her Peace and Rest in the Eternities.
Giggin was a fantastically gifted musician who could make a trumpet obey her every command. She was a teacher, loyal friend, funny, compassionate, and a shoulder to lean on.
I met her online at The Alan Rickman Appreciation Society. I had signed up with the site, and had never entered a chat room before. Giggin took me under her wing and made me realize there was nothing to be afraid of. We had chats that were too numerous to count in what we lovingly called the Bat Cave. She, and I would be in there until the wee hours of the morning after every one else had left, talking about anything and everything. We would tell each other stories until we were storied out, and with great reluctance, we'd say our good byes, only to meet again, as we would say, "Same time, same Bat Channel."
She would send me little gifts in the mail during holidays, and post cards when she took a vacation. She understood that I had to watch every penny, and that I couldn't always exchange gifts with her. She had a way of making me feel okay because I didn't have the means to send a gift in return.
She was the ONLY person in this entire world that made me feel as if I had a sister. And if I am hurting this bad, then how much more are those that had known her all her life are aching? She was the best, not perfect, but the closest to the best that I have found.
May God grant her Peace and Rest in the Eternities.
