I didn't know James. I don't know his wife Kati or the two little precious girls he left behind. But I do know this: the blogosphere is as real, as tightly knit and as heartbreaking as real life. In the week James was missing I held my breath daily. Can we feel love for strangers? For their broken hearts and grief we can do little to dissolve?
I don't know. The same day I read that James had died, I went over to Kiss Me Over The Garden Gate to have a look at some of the scrumptious offerings Jean Abramson had created for Christmas, and found that lovely, vibrant, happy Jean had passed away in September. I don't know how or why. There is no place to offer my condolences but here. To mark the death of two inspirational, creative strangers with tears spiking my eyes.
We do what we can. We offer friendship and daily reminders that we are here. Good people create wonderful things like the Kim Family auction, and each of us hope that the sheer weight of emotion demonstrated in our little virtual worlds is enough to describe just how much we care.