I don't drink anything stronger than Yorkshire Gold (milky black and sweet!) so I tend not to show up much at the Tavern, but I'm drawn here by love of Kat and her friends, well wishers and commandos! I woke up this morning thinking of her, and immediately felt warmth and love flowing over me, and a sense that I should not mourn, but celebrate the laughing warmth that she had.
Today, like many I have been looking over significant threads and revisited her posts. Here's one I'd forgotten:

Katlaughing quotes Nightowl on "Grief"

GRIEF

A cut finger
Is numb before it bleeds
Bleeds before it hurts
Hurts before it begins to heal
Forms a scab and itches
Until finally........
The scab is gone
And a small scar is left
Where once there was a wound

Grief is the deepest wound
You have ever had

Like a cut finger
It goes through stages
And leaves a scar.