the light of their presence is gone

[selidor]

Five whole days without internets; update later. I got past the backlog of email and -

Margaret Mahy has died.
Sally Ride has died.

The world is a little less full of wonder and joy and delight in exploration and creativity.

I never met Ride. She was one of the early generation of astronauts, and more recent people like Eileen Collins meant more to me

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[sovay]

But she's one of the reasons I wrote Seamstress. All thoughts to her partner of 27 years.

I didn't know she had a partner of twenty-seven years until I read the obituaries. I wish I'd known when she was alive.

I'm going to re-read The Tricksters.

[selidor]

I didn't know either; I meant it more in the sense of the timing of her flights.

That sounds like a plan. Also, they made a pleasingly good TV series of Kaitangata Twitch a couple of years back. I wandered down to the Governor's Bay wharf one day after picking up some fish and chips, and was surprised to find them filming.

[sovay]

I wandered down to the Governor's Bay wharf one day after picking up some fish and chips, and was surprised to find them filming.

That's cool!

[bushmango]

Thank you for the poem; it puts the right words on things for me.

[selidor]

I am very glad it helps. They are missed. (I really should stop reading Mahy obituaries. sigh).

[bushmango]

My flatmate did look over at me last night and say "Stop reading them!" - wasn't sniffling quite so quietly as I'd thought...