I Did Not Know Her and I Do Not Know Them

[loracs]

Laura died on Saturday, Sept. 3, 2005. I checked her blog last night and read the post from her husband. Tears in silence made a small puddle on my desk. There is a web of sadness covering my eyes this last week. I peek through the strands for moments of laughter, then quickly more strands appear and I cry.

I will go through my closet to find some large size clothing to send to the fat women in the Gulf area. They say some are wearing garbage bags because they have no donated clothes to fit them. Ironic when I think of the weight-loss fads of the past telling you to wrap yourself in plastic to "sweat off the fat".

In 80 and 90 degree weather, I can only imagine the physical hell of wearing a garbage bag let alone the social sigma. How exactly does one keep any dignity in this situation? Crisis = Save the Body but what about the soul/self/psyche?

Comments

[stonebender.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[wild-irises.livejournal.com]

Hey, sweetie, I'm sorry you're having such a hard time. I never did respond to your to-do list post, though I sure thought about it.

Is there anything I can take off your plate?

[firecat]

[hugs]

[tracytreefrog.livejournal.com]

*HUGS* *Ditto* What wild Irises said

[loracs.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the offer. If I can separate what's on my plate in bite size pieces, you'll be one of the first people I think of. You've certainly been there before for me and mine.

[clever-doberman.livejournal.com]

make than another ditto.

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

*wave* -- I'm a friend of some folks you know, Guy and Serene and Jessica. Jessica pointed you to me because we need a notary soon and you live near us, and she says you can do it.

But besides that, reading this makes me realize that when I'm sorting through all my extra clothing today to pick out morrigann's sizes (she lost most of her stuff in the hurricane) I can pick out anything I can find in sizes you want to send, if you haven't sent it yet.

Ping me? mary@geographile.com