I haven't talked about Linda except in occasional flashes of rage. She sat on the other end of the phone with me during so many long nights. I did the same for her later, because combat ptsd and her ptsd were basically the same animal. I am having a hard time with her dying.
Please help my friend.
Oh my god, this is heartbreaking. I don’t know her at all, honestly, and I only know of her as being a force of nature on Twitter, who would always be up for a phone call if anyone needed one. It never occurred to me that she could ever be anything but one of the good humans on this planet.