As most of you are now probably aware the Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood fandom recently lost one of its most prolific and beloved authors in EricIzMine.
When I heard the news about Angela my first reaction was disbelief. I didn’t believe it, or perhaps to be more truthful I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted it to be a very bad and cruel joke. It wasn’t until Ashensunset sent me a message did I begin to accept it. But it still wasn’t until much later and I read the message from Angela’s mother did I truly accept it. Up until that point I was still clinging to the hope it had all been a giant misunderstanding.
I truly didn’t realise how much Angela meant to me until she was no longer among us. And I’m more sorry than I can ever say that I never got the chance to tell her.
Although it was through her stories that she brought us all together, it was through Angela herself that we stayed together. She was more than just a fanfic author. She was our friend. Angela created the Brat Pack and gave us all a place to get to know each other better. We laughed together, cried together, ranted about the awful ending of a certain book together, and now we grieve together.
I got to know Angela through Twitter. This would be pre Brat Pack days. I spent many hours tweeting back and forth with her and loving every minute of it.
One of my favourite personal memories of Angela is the day I commented on one of her post in the Brat Pack. Angela had just posted the banner for one of her next chapters and I commented that she made such lovely banners. It was a few minutes later she replied that she would make me one if I liked. It seems like such a small thing, but I was so touched that she just offered like that. I of course said yes, and told me to contact her when I needed one. A few weeks later I had finished a new story and contacted Angela, and after telling her a bit about the story she made me the banner.
I’ll confess that after the shock of hearing about Angela’s death wore off I had the somewhat selfish thought of, “But now I’ll never read a new skip or find out how the story ends.”
But early today as I was drying my hair it hit me. We never truly know how the story ends. Because even though we might read the words, The End, it never really does. The story continues even if we can’t see it and are no longer apart of it.
The story doesn’t end. A new chapter just begins.
I’m choosing to believe that Angela has just moved onto the next chapter. I will miss her greatly and never forget her.
Rest in Peace, Angela.