The Internet is a strange and wonderful thing. We "meet" people that we never really know and yet we become friends of sorts. Why am I thinking about this? Because an Internet friend of mine passed away yesterday.
I met Pat Harrington many years ago through several online writers groups. We shared pages in a small magazine called "A Flasher's Dozen" where her Derringer winning story was published and in an anthology called "The Ex Factor". We also shared duties as President and Vice President of the Short Mystery Fiction Society. We two old ladies, who were both pretty much computer illiterate, were put in charge - that one gave us a good chuckle.
Pat was a wonderful woman with a great sense of humor. She worked hard to achieve her dream of writing a novel and getting it published. She wrote wonderful short stories. She loved her dogs and her grandchildren. But most important, she was a kind and generous woman who loved life. She will be missed by everyone who knew her both in real life and in this virtual reality space we live in.
Rest in peace, my dear friend.
4 comments:
I am so sorry and isn't it strange how all these people we have never met play an important part in our lives now. I now understand 84 Charing Cross Road.
Yes, it's strange how we seem to know people we exchange letters/emails with better than those we live with every day.
I think it's because we share an interest that people in our daily lives don't. And we communicate at a fairly good clip about it.
I expect that's it, Patti. No one I know in real life even cares to discuss writing or reading.
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