Tribute To EIM

My Thoughts on Ericizmine’s Passing

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(Post Originally Written on November 14, 2013, but it needs to live on hereClick this link My Thoughts on Ericizmine’s Passing to read the original post and comments.)   
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My thoughts on Angela’s passing (there will be cursing):

While I was not fortunate enough to have been one of Angela’s besties during her short life, we did chat some, and I definitely devoured the fuck out of her stories.  One of the things I picked up about her – from both sources – is that she would NOT tolerate anyone being a sniveling, snotty mess over her passing, not for very long at any rate.

Grieve?  Sure, and I believe she’d be the first to pass out back-breaking hugs and I can’t think she’d have had a problem with us all gettin’ our magnificent squall on for a day…maybe even two.  I do think she’d tell us to go get our own Kleenexes, though, and to pick up after ourselves…

But then I FIRMLY believe she’d go all Erica Weiss on our collective snotty noses and cryin’ asses and tell us to knock it the fuck off, that life goes on for the living, and that we owe it to ourselves, our kids if we have them, and hell, even our fucking pets, to just get on with it.

I can just see (read) her saying that yeah, she may be visiting all those fuckawesome ‘verses in the sky, that she’s ‘skipping’ like NOBODY’s fucking business now, but that we who are stuck in the earthly realms just need to knock it the fuck off, get over it, and, yeah, she would repeat:  get on with it.

I adore (present tense, btw, cause it ain’t going to stop) how she shows her Sookies and her Erics overcoming so many problems, trials, hardships and bullshittery – how in her stories she shows them getting their backbone out, straightening it up, dipping it in steel, then getting their lives in order.  I love how she shows us that yeah, life can suck balls, but whether we overcome it, or not, is all in our attitude and willingness to kick ass – sometimes our own ass – but that perseverance (and a lot of Red Bull and cursing) will win the day.

She gives us hope.

That girl-crush I have on her – and the crush I have on about half of her characters?  (My God, the woman is such an amazing writer that she made me have a crush on Wallace!  And her Erics??  Ohhh yeah….  She definitely knows her Erics and her Sookies… and her Gawains… and her Edwards and her Richards… and her Tysons… and her Matas… wait, where was I?)

Oh, yeah, my girlie crushes aren’t going to stop any time soon, at least not because she left this realm way too damn early.  I seriously love thinking that she’s off on Multiverse adventures of her own, that she’s ‘skipping’ all over the fucking place having the time of her now eternal life.

(Ok, I may also have a huge dream that a certain 6′ 5″ blond Viking vamp caught her in the nick of time, and that she’s about finished with the turning phase and that she’s going to make one HELL of a baby vamp…but that’s for another story…)

Anyway, I’m going to give her, and me, one last humongous ugly-cry (yeah, I have the complexion of a red head and dude, we cry UGLY), and it’s going to be nasty.  I will probably scare the crap out of both cats, and the little doggie, too.

Then I’m going to get my shit together.  I’m going to knock it the fuck off, pick up my pen (keyboard) and get back to writing,  washing the dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, cuddling the cats and dog, planning my bill list, going to work, cooking dinner, dusting…yeah, let’s not go that far…  And if another couple of tears (or hundreds *elegant shrug*) should still happen to fall, I’m going to ignore them and go about my merry fucking way… until I start jonesing for a new chapter of a ‘verse story and then get hit once again with the knowledge that this is all there is, that this is all there will ever be of these amazing stories.  At that point I don’t think anyone would mind if I crawled in my bed and hid for the rest of the day with a box of tissues.

And then I will rise up the next morning and kick my world into submission once again.

Meanwhile I’m going to pretend that I don’t feel this huge fucking hole in my heart until it magically disappears, whenever the hell that might happen.

Why?

I really don’t want Angela to sic Intrepid’s Erica fucking Weiss on my ass from the Realms of the Great Multiverse in the Sky.   Erica scares me…   ♥

Favorite quote:  From Eric, written to Sookie, Intrepid, Chapter 5: Erica Weiss:

You aren’t allowed to let the actions of others define who you are or what you’re capable of. Yes, you’ve been victimized, and you have every right to do whatever you need to do in order to move past that, but do move past it. Turn the page. Keep going. Learn from your struggles and villains, and then leave them behind you as you become the heroine of your own story, rather than a victim in someone else’s.

Ericizmine – so many stories left unfinished, so many stories left untold. 

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7 thoughts on “Tribute To EIM

  1. Wow. Thank you. Such an awesome talent won’t be forgotten. Soon I’ll be able to re-read (for the 20th + time) her stories without tears of sadness, though often with tears of laughter. I miss her without knowing her personally and still keep her family in my thoughts.
    Blessings to you all

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  2. Jfozz: Thank you! When the day comes that you can re-open her stories, be prepared. I think I used about 1/2 a box of tissues trying to read *1* chapter that first day, but that second day? Yeah, there were a few tears, then the story took hold, and I’ve been re-re…..re-reading ever since. They’re like those damn potato chips: you can’t stop with just one, lol.
    Yeah, it did take a while before I was able to start reading them again, but once I did… ♥

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  4. One year later and I still tear up while I’m doing something else and mistakenly think of her. It’s a mistake because my thoughts start running to how short life can be, how much I miss her, how awful to leave so many behind and why aren’t there laptops in the afterlife?

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  5. gaijinvamp: I know how you feel. Even now, no matter how much I loved and will always love her stories, I just can’t quite bring myself to do another re-read. I’ve managed to do it once (ONCE) since she passed, but that was it, and it was tearful. It’s tragic that her kids have to grow up without her, and it’s tragic that the adults in her life have to live without her, but it’s also tragic that she left so much unfinished, and not just her stories (although as a rabid fan and loyal Brat it hurts my heart when I remember yet again that I’ll never know how the stories ended, if the girls were Turned by their favorite vampires, what all was in that house…, nothing). It just plain wasn’t time for her story to end, yet it did.

    It brings back the grief I felt when my mom passed in ’11 – so much left to do, so much left unfinished – so very unfair, but it is what it is, and all the railing in the world won’t change a thing. So we light our candles and tip our glasses (or cups of coffee) and bid them well wherever they are, and go on about our days and our nights ensuring that we do all that we can do, that we love well the ones we’re blessed with knowing, and that we finish all that we can because tomorrow isn’t promised. ❤

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