I'm actually logging on today from Megan's computer. I'm in her house, in her study, in the room where she died. It's kind of creepy.
At the same time, though, this room is so Megan that it's really comforting. It feels safe here. She's got that picture Chase did of her in a yellow papier-mache frame on the desk and it kind of feels like she's watching me. It's a good feeling.
I'm here because I'm sorting through her things. Her rent is only paid up for about another ten days so we have to go through her stuff in a hurry. (We = me, plus mum and dad.) We're deciding what to take ourselves, what to put in storage, and what to get rid of.
It's an emotional rollercoaster. Megan was a packrat, with a surprisingly wide variety of possessions, and I keep running into things I'm not expecting. Probably the worst was I found a big box of photos from when Megan and I were kids and I had to go and get some air outside and pull myself together.
I've yet to find any of Megan's copies of Peter Pan, though. She had at least three, including a hardback that I gave her for her birthday a couple of years ago. If any of her friends are reading, do you know if she lent them out or anything? I'd really love to know what happened to them.
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Letting go - http://xkcd.com/
I think you should shut down the website. All this shit that's going around, it's not making any of this easier on you, or any of us. Hell, I miss her too - this isn't helping.
In one of her emails recently (I think it's posted on the forums) she mentions that she lost something. Could she be talking about her copies of Peter Pan? Given her fondness for the book, it seems odd that they wouldn't be there.
Chase - not helpful.
Esteed - It's possible Megan hid some of her copies of Peter Pan somewhere. It's the sort of thing she'd do. She was always making up contingency plans for what she'd do if zombies attacked, or for if she suddenly had amnesia and had to reconstruct her life, or if all humanity suddenly died in a plague and then alien archaeologists were digging up her house. The question is where did she put them, and how would we ever find them?
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