cross posted at their blog. what I wish I'd said at Steve's funeral.
hello, my lovelies:
A personal note, but one from the heart.
I am -so- happy to be in San Francisco (and lucky to get to be here
through my work folks, who loved Steve and Cindy both) and get the
chance to see Cindy. I am so proud of her for everything she’s gone
through and still has her positivity
She and Steve have - yep, have - a love that is just so powerful
that it knocks me sideways, even through all of this. For every tough
time, for every crappy hour, there’s a wonderful memory - however
small, however silly, however lovely, of the two of them getting to do
something wonderful, interesting, amazing - but always together. Every
memory for me here in this place we all lived, where we were
down-the-street neighbors or far away, each corner and nook and cranny
and moment I spent here has at its heart: the two of them. I feel so
deeply honored to be a part of their lives, and of Cindy’s recovery
process. She is hurting in every way that you can imagine and then
some, but she is just so damn brave. How many of us would just give up?
Not our girl. Not Steve’s girl.
Every one of you feels this loss in a different way, but she knows
your thoughts are with her, and your support, and it means the world to
everyone. I know Steve is here, watching over her, making sure we don’t
take it all too seriously, making a joke, shaking his head (with that
smile) at all of us.
Suffering and death are a part of the human contract - but so are
hope, love and life. And all my love to all of you reading this.