Sending lots of good thoughts and prayers and lots of virtual hugs to iflitifloat.
When I first saw her moniker all those years ago, I thought it was If lit, I float. Then I met her and wasn't dissuaded. Big, strong virtual hug, luv.
Rest my friend knowing love is all around you. XO
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die
Peaceout.
...just to clarify: Iflit is in a new stage of her journey, but, she is still very much with us.
Which is why we're sending our collective love, good wishes and prayers for peace.
I know this outpouring of support and care matters. And, while the thanks are not mine to give, I do so on behalf of Iflit. And those who love her.
The lyrics, poems, photos, and thoughts are all so lovely. Thanks for keeping her in your heart.
No me voy a rendir, no no
No me voy a rendir, no no
No me voy a rendir, no no
No me voy a rendir
Oh I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it no no
I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it
There are nights when the moon
Shines in my eyes and haunts my mind
And I can't sleep a wink
And I really don't want to think
There are times when I feel
If I sleep I'll die But I dare not cry
And I run from my tears
And I fight them back with my fears
Oh I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it no no
I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it
And I feel so alone
For although you care No one else can share
It's my own misery
In the end it's all up to me
Oh I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it no no
I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it
And I watch you sleep soundly
So peacefully unaware
And your breath is soothing to me
And it's good to know you're there
Then the morning comes
With it's golden light
And I feel alright
And my heart beats again
But the night is not my friend
Oh I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it no no
I'm not gonna give into it no
I'm not gonna give into it
She is not dead yet
She can dance and she can sing
She is not dead yet
She can do the Highland Fling
She is not dead yet
No need to go to bed
No need to call the doctor
Cause she’s not yet dead.
She is not yet dead
That's what the geezer said
No, she's not yet dead
That man is off his head
She is not yet dead
So put her back in bed
Keep her off the cart because she's not yet dead.
All my best wishes to she who so warmly welcomed me to BWW way back when. That kindness resonates to this very day! Fight on!
If I recall correctly, I first PM'd Flitty shortly after she joined BWW in 2003 to tell her I thought her screen name was genius. Of course it took me a while to figure out what the heck it WAS, but she has been one of my best friends since...even if she is a gimpy bitch. She is the first person I ever met on line with whom I exchanged personal information, somehow I KNEW I could trust her at a time when I did not really understand what this interweb was all about and was REALLY paranoid about my identity.
She has the biggest heart, best disposition and twisted sense of humor than anyone I have ever had the pleasure to know.
She has literally changed my life. And I do mean LITERALLY. And that is not ironic.
You flit, you float, you FLY!!! C U Next Trip.
At Tara in this fateful hour,
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the wind with its swiftness along its path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the Earth with its starkness
All these I place
By God's almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness
Broadway Legend Joined: 7/22/03
I can not get "I Sing the Body Electric" from FAME out of my head.
... when I become one with the sun ...
That's a beautiful one.
I've been singing the songs from HAIR to myself this evening...
Flitty's crush on Berger was epic
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/28/04
Most of us saw HAIR as a theatrical piece. Flity lived it.
Iflit is constantly on my mind, as well as her friends here who are close to her. Like I said to Addy in a private message, isn't it amazing that a little chatroom called Broadway World would bring so many wonderful people together, that might not necessarily have crossed paths otherwise.
I am constantly reminded by situations such as this that one must live their journeys to the fullest. Because that's what we're all on, a journey.
I don't know flitty well, only met her once or twice. But she's been kind and friendly to me here and I, like Dottie, find myself thinking of her constantly. It's a beautiful thing to see how much love her friends here have for her.
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/28/04
Dottie - Papa wrote a beautiful tribute to the BWW community and the relationships that developed from here. I can send you the link in case you don't read his blog.
Some more happy thoughts for iflit. Miss Moon could you also send the link to me as well? Hugs to all!
You HAD to bring up Body Electric, Namo? Really? That song kills me on a good day. And this is not a good day.
As an antidote, I choose to remember Flitty, her husband, my departed husband and I going to see a gypsy run-thru of a certain revival...and then going out for a drink afterwards and being total Cunts about it.
Or that time we saw the first preview of In My Life with MargoChanning.
Holy sweet Jesus, it's me, isn't it? I'm like a black F*CKing widow!
^OK, I'm curious - which revival?!
I wish I could deal with all this a little better right now. I just want to give her a big hug. And some pot brownies.
I'll tell you one thing that we can all do: Register to become an Organ Donor.
Nothing would mean more to her.
^ I'll drink to that!
Oh...what's the harm at this point. It was the West Side Story revival.
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