I miss you, rough feathers..
It's amazing that when we think that time has taken away the sting from a wound, just how quickly it can come rushing back. Almost as if it had never left at all, other times seeming like a days old scar that has only begun to heal..
I've been trying to talk a friend of mine into joining WoW. She's finally signing up today. I am walking her though the nitty gritty.. She asks where my name comes from. Easy. I told her it was the nickname of a friend of mine who has since passed away from lupis several years ago.
I've often though now and again when I let myself, if Michelle would get a kick out of me doing this. Or if she would find it disrespectful, and want to box my ears. I am certain the irony of playing her, and playing a druid would send her cackling for a long time..
At any rate, I found myself getting misty while talking to my friend. How much I still do miss her. I decided to take a quick run through google to see if there are any hits. Just the ones that I knew about, and a few that I didn't. One posting of a lost dog.. which had my hopes up for a moment, however small.. That she was still out there somewhere.
Once I saw the date, my hopes can plummeting down to my feet. The reality setting back in.
The next thing to pop up was her name on the Lakota language list. Apparently, she had a book from her dad from back in the olden days that she was sharing with the list. Written by her dads friends to help preserve the language. The Lakota kids were put into boarding schools by the state. They were not allowed to speak the language under severe penalty.
Someone had written a year ago wondering what ever happened to the rest of the book, and why it was not updated.. I stumbled across it today, and her posting. It was so her, that I had to step back a minute.
Gone. But no where near forgotten, mita cunwe.
I've been trying to talk a friend of mine into joining WoW. She's finally signing up today. I am walking her though the nitty gritty.. She asks where my name comes from. Easy. I told her it was the nickname of a friend of mine who has since passed away from lupis several years ago.
I've often though now and again when I let myself, if Michelle would get a kick out of me doing this. Or if she would find it disrespectful, and want to box my ears. I am certain the irony of playing her, and playing a druid would send her cackling for a long time..
At any rate, I found myself getting misty while talking to my friend. How much I still do miss her. I decided to take a quick run through google to see if there are any hits. Just the ones that I knew about, and a few that I didn't. One posting of a lost dog.. which had my hopes up for a moment, however small.. That she was still out there somewhere.
Once I saw the date, my hopes can plummeting down to my feet. The reality setting back in.
The next thing to pop up was her name on the Lakota language list. Apparently, she had a book from her dad from back in the olden days that she was sharing with the list. Written by her dads friends to help preserve the language. The Lakota kids were put into boarding schools by the state. They were not allowed to speak the language under severe penalty.
Someone had written a year ago wondering what ever happened to the rest of the book, and why it was not updated.. I stumbled across it today, and her posting. It was so her, that I had to step back a minute.
Gone. But no where near forgotten, mita cunwe.