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I was trying to find a story about Sir Gawain and the Green Knight the other day and I thought I remembered it was by thamiris, so I went to her LJ and I didn't find it. But I did find lots of really good memories.

She wasn't a terribly prolific poster--weeks and weeks could go by without a new entry--but when she did, you knew it was going to be good. And then she didn't post for a long, long, long time and just about when I was starting to wonder if she'd wandered away for LJ for good, she showed up with some story about having cancer or something and not wanting to bother any of us with all that. I was so happy she was back and, y'know, I just assumed everything was going to be all right, she was getting better, she was posting again with all her former fabulousness and then...gone.

I never even met her yet I loved her very much.


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Nov. 1st, 2007 01:23 pm (UTC)
The story you're thinking of is at the yuletide archive.

I loved her enormously. I have some of our saved IM chat logs that go back to sometime in 2002, and I take them out and read them every now and then, and they make me smile. She had such a way with language, such a love of words. She wrote a long entry that I will never forget, about the sensuality of architecture, that made me look at buildings in a whole new light.

There is a boy in my class who has inky black, thick hair, kept cropped short but you can see by the wave that if it were longer it would be a mass of curls. He has an aqualine nose, porcelain skin, angular jaw. When I look at him I think to myself that he looks like an old Roman statue. When I look at him, I think, thamiris would love him, would write lyrically about him, things that would have me splashing cold water on my face.</i>

I miss her all the time, and she's never far from my heart.
Nov. 1st, 2007 01:34 pm (UTC)
Or the post she wrote about Montreal and how being from there colored her perception of the world as the dual languages of the area gave her dual windows, onto the world.

Yeah, she was one of the names I remembered last night for Samhain and I completely understand what the original poster said, that we never met, I never saw her face, and yet I miss her.

Her enthusiasm for literature, indeed for the world, was infectious and she made it a more exciting place by giving us her view of it.
Nov. 1st, 2007 01:50 pm (UTC)
An accomplished academic without the arrogance, a brilliant and innovative writer, a decent, humorful person.

It breaks my heart that the world no longer has her in it. It needs more like her, certainly not less. What a loss.
Nov. 1st, 2007 02:06 pm (UTC)
When I was new on LJ she was unfailingly kind to me, and though we never really shared any fandoms made sure she always remembered who I was when I commented and made me feel welcome at all times. She was a good person.
Nov. 1st, 2007 02:44 pm (UTC)
I miss her so much.
Nov. 1st, 2007 04:38 pm (UTC)
Oh, God, I'm so sorry. That's terribly sad. :-(

Sometimes, you just have to assume the best because worrying about the worst is crippling, but I completely understand how you feel. The same thing happened with a friend of mine and her cancer. Maybe thamiris wanted her LJ experience and interactions to be free of all the medical hassles and worries and sadness: a place to escape to (less frequently than she'd have liked, perhaps) that was just about fun and interesting stuff and not about the daily grind of fighting off a terrible disease.
Nov. 2nd, 2007 02:47 am (UTC)
I think of her often - so many associations, because she was such a talented writer and drew upon all facets of life.

And I miss her often too. It still hurts that she's not there.
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