I met Anissa at BlogHer. Only, I didn’t. Because I was too chicken shit to actually go introduce myself. Instead I sat within 5 feet of her for like two hours, not saying a word and sweating like crazy. Because I’m a lady.
I sent her an email last week whose title, I’m pretty sure, was the least coherent email title ever. And then I babbled like an idiot for a few sentences and clicked send. And then I sent her a tweet about it, because I was embarrassed about what an uncool jackass I was/am.
Last week I got into a twitter conversation with her where I essentially blamed her for 3 of her friends having Chiari Malformation and for my sore throat (because I have class, yo (and I was kidding, of course)). And then again Sunday night she tried to help me understand a sexual innuendo about a sausage that flew right over my head (because she also has class).
No, I don’t know her that well. I haven’t spent time with her. But she’s my friend.
And she had a stroke today.
She had a stroke today.
I keep saying it and typing it, but it still just doesn’t seem possible. I feel like someone punched me in the gut and I just can’t catch my breath. I can’t find my words.
Maybe there aren’t even words for a day like today.
For a situation like this.
For an injustice like this one.
Anissa has 3 young children.
She’s a sister, a wife, a mother. A blogger. A friend.
I know that not all of you believe in prayer or God or any higher power. But Anissa does, and Anissa needs your prayers. Her kids and her husband need them. And If you live in the Atlanta area and can help, go here and see what you can do.
Tonight I put my own problems and worries aside. Tonight I hope and pray for Anissa.