When I started blogging back in whenever, I suppose, like many, I hoped to find a few people who’d read my rather random and rambling thoughts, enjoy my attempts at telling stories and laugh along with me.
What I didn’t expect, what I didn’t have an inkling was even a possibility was that I would make friends, real friendships. I’ve met several of you and enjoyed your successes, commiserated at your setbacks and been glad that those link ups have continued.
Today, via the medium of Facebook I heard that one of those blogging friends died. It was unexpected and pretty sudden. And though we’d never met in the flesh, mainly because of the vast distance between us, I was very happy to think of her as a friend. She read my books, commented helpfully and supported massively.
And now she’s gone. And that’s both sad and a little weird. I’m certainly old enough to have lost people I’m close to but I’ve known them, seen them and thus able to put a face to the memory. I have a very visual memory; most of the things I remember, and I do seem to have a particularly specific ability to recall a lot, come from visualising situations. I rely therefore on those images but beyond a few stills from her blog, i have none.
I feel sure that that won’t matter. That lack of a visual link is more than made up for by the emotional link that blogging has given me. I really never expected it to be so, but it is. Electronic friendships are still friendships, and just as important as any other.
So today I mourn Pauline King aka the Contender Crafter, a proud Kiwi, a creator of visual delights and the writer of witty and wisdom packed posts, so often featuring her two pets, Orlando, her cat and Siddy, her dog. Those who knew her will miss her; I certainly will. And I will, perhaps cherish those of you I’ve come to think of as blogging friends just that little bit more for having experienced that loss.
In many ways it’s an annus horribilis, this 2020, a really bum year.