I don't say very much. This one time, however, I would like to say a few words. Forgive me my intrusion. I hope no one minds.
Even though I contibute little to these forums, or to this community, I visit it most every day. Never speaking, just reading the musings of like minded people. I have come to think of all of you as friends to one degree or another. This place is something to look forward to. I recognize the names of the voiciferous amoung you, looking forward to the posts that make sense and the ones that don't. Everyone who puts words down here is a light in the dark. Another voice in the void helping to warm the cold world. Sometimes I imagine that some of you must look like your avatars. Certainly some of you do, and some of you cannot, but I swear that I read Sheber's posts with Christopher Lloyd as the narrator. The point I'm searching for is this: one of the voices is silenced now. The world seems a little colder. I'm sitting here weeping for a person I've never spoken to, yet somehow I feel like I've lost an old friend...
All day my thoughts strayed back here. Who was this person that I now will never have the chance to thank?
She was someone who was loved, and will be missed.
Someone who touched others even though she might not have known it.
We are all here of a common love. One of our number is gone. To those of you who give freely of yourselves, and make my life better for it, I say thank you. I appreciate all of you.
To Zasha's family and friends, you have my deepest sympathy.
To Zasha, I wish I had said hello when I had the chance, may a flight of angels sing thee to thy rest.