I've been depressed about Cathy Seipp's death the last few days and I didn't even read her blog. I first heard that she was sick when Kevin V posted about it on bloggie a few days ago and her name seemed familiar so I googled her.
She has an extraordinary daugher, Maia, who's seventeen and a freshman in college. Maia is going through a very rough time
right now and she's showing tremendous strength and grace. But Cathy also had an extraordinary life, judging from the people who were by her side when she died, some of whom came from across the ocean to take care of her when she was sick.
I read Luke Ford's entry
and I thought that was mean-spirited, as was this one
and this one
by someone else on some other blog. I wonder how Cathy would have felt had she read what Luke wrote or maybe they had a weird kind of friendship that I don't understand. All I know is that if any of you say mean things about me after I'm dead, I am going to come back and haunt you.
I don't know why this has affected me so much. Perhaps bloggers live in a small world and whether we read each other or not or whether we like each other or not, when one goes down we all feel the emptiness.
Rest in peace, Miss Seipp.