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Re: Marcia passed away this morning...
The day the laughter stopped and the tears began
July 14, 2003 - the day the laughter stopped in our community. It is the day the tears began for us all. Our online community came to a grinding halt as we all logged in for our morning laughs and bantering only to be greeted by the news that Marcia/ackeegirl was no longer with us. The tears flowed for some. Some were in shock. Others in disbelief. Some logged off never to come back again, refusing to believe the madness they were reading. Some simply stared at the screen – reading over and over again – trying to make sense of what they just read. Was this a dream? It had to be! Some drowned themselves in their work while others just couldn’t do any work. Some logged on and remained for the whole day online, waiting but not sure what they were waiting for… “A strange sadness…An empty void…numbness…sinking feeling…sad, very sad” The words came from all the posters, from all over the world – as the reality of Marcia leaving us set in. And as the tears flow, as people sit in disbelief, as some wait with a million words to say but none to utter, it is apparent that this isn’t just a “place to be” online. We here at Jamaicans.com are not just acquaintances. We are, in some way or another, family. We interact with each other daily and whether we realize it or not, or souls begin to be bound together with chords that cannot be seen – nor can they be broken. How else can we explain the tears for someone who some have never met physically? How else can we explain the overwhelming sadness that we feel? In death, as in life, Marcia brought us together.
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The internet is a meeting ground for many. It is a place where people come together young and old, male and female, black, white, oriental – the list goes on - the differences go on – the varieties go on. It is a black screen. You sit and “talk” to individuals from all over the world and not know who they are, nor what they look like.
In the midst of this dynamic, chaotic yet simply interesting and enveloping world, I found a home. It’s the place where I go to be alone and yet surrounded. It’s the place where I go and feel at peace but yet at war….it’s the place where I go and am loved and yet hated…it’s the place where I go to sit in the midst of friends and yet observe my
enemies.
I love it here - in my home. The urge to leave my home and the urge to always come back remains the same. They cancel each other out. And so I stay. I sit and I am alone and I am at war and I am hated and I observe my enemies and I stay. Yes, I stay. I stay because I am surrounded and I am at peace and I am loved and I am in the midst of friends and so I stay.
My home is somewhat of a caveat…a warning label…this is what real life is about – my home is as it were, a blueprint of the real world. Filled with everything - from the sublime, to the utterly ridiculous. And as it is in the real world, I take things I see here with a grain of salt – never believe everything you read nor everything you hear.
So I sit and observe my home - it brings me joy and it brings me sorrow. It causes me to think and it causes me to doubt…
But Jamaicans.com will always be my home, and even if I am never here, I will always be here.
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So Marcia, sleep on our beloved, sleep on and take your rest for we know that even if you are no longer here, you will always be here.
The day the laughter stopped and the tears began
July 14, 2003 - the day the laughter stopped in our community. It is the day the tears began for us all. Our online community came to a grinding halt as we all logged in for our morning laughs and bantering only to be greeted by the news that Marcia/ackeegirl was no longer with us. The tears flowed for some. Some were in shock. Others in disbelief. Some logged off never to come back again, refusing to believe the madness they were reading. Some simply stared at the screen – reading over and over again – trying to make sense of what they just read. Was this a dream? It had to be! Some drowned themselves in their work while others just couldn’t do any work. Some logged on and remained for the whole day online, waiting but not sure what they were waiting for… “A strange sadness…An empty void…numbness…sinking feeling…sad, very sad” The words came from all the posters, from all over the world – as the reality of Marcia leaving us set in. And as the tears flow, as people sit in disbelief, as some wait with a million words to say but none to utter, it is apparent that this isn’t just a “place to be” online. We here at Jamaicans.com are not just acquaintances. We are, in some way or another, family. We interact with each other daily and whether we realize it or not, or souls begin to be bound together with chords that cannot be seen – nor can they be broken. How else can we explain the tears for someone who some have never met physically? How else can we explain the overwhelming sadness that we feel? In death, as in life, Marcia brought us together.
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The internet is a meeting ground for many. It is a place where people come together young and old, male and female, black, white, oriental – the list goes on - the differences go on – the varieties go on. It is a black screen. You sit and “talk” to individuals from all over the world and not know who they are, nor what they look like.
In the midst of this dynamic, chaotic yet simply interesting and enveloping world, I found a home. It’s the place where I go to be alone and yet surrounded. It’s the place where I go and feel at peace but yet at war….it’s the place where I go and am loved and yet hated…it’s the place where I go to sit in the midst of friends and yet observe my
enemies.
I love it here - in my home. The urge to leave my home and the urge to always come back remains the same. They cancel each other out. And so I stay. I sit and I am alone and I am at war and I am hated and I observe my enemies and I stay. Yes, I stay. I stay because I am surrounded and I am at peace and I am loved and I am in the midst of friends and so I stay.
My home is somewhat of a caveat…a warning label…this is what real life is about – my home is as it were, a blueprint of the real world. Filled with everything - from the sublime, to the utterly ridiculous. And as it is in the real world, I take things I see here with a grain of salt – never believe everything you read nor everything you hear.
So I sit and observe my home - it brings me joy and it brings me sorrow. It causes me to think and it causes me to doubt…
But Jamaicans.com will always be my home, and even if I am never here, I will always be here.
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So Marcia, sleep on our beloved, sleep on and take your rest for we know that even if you are no longer here, you will always be here.
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