Laura B. passed away on the day after Christmas. We never met, but she was one of my biggest cheerleaders, even by the numbers: Laura B. left three times as many comments as the next busiest commenter.
She was so kind, so encouraging. There were many days that I found myself writing solely for her, an audience of one.
It isn’t supposed to work this way, this faceless thing where I lay it down and you pick it up. Nobody told me that I would form friendships. Nobody told me that I would come to depend on you people; that I would care.
I feel awful for her family, her friends at the library where she worked, and the myriad other people who will have to somehow patch the hole that her kindness always filled. And personally I don’t feel like writing anymore. This really knocked the wind out of me.