She lives on

I just went through Sandy's primary personal email account. I renewed it in September for at least another year, so that I could reply to anyone who was trying to get in touch. I've also sent email to it a time or two when I was desperate for some means of normal communication.

Every couple of months, I go through and clean out the many messages from mailing lists I've unsubscribed her from (funny how difficult it is to unsubscribe from some lists, isn't it?), the spam, and other random things. It's not an incredibly interesting task, but there are usually a few rewards tucked in among the rest.

She was a fannish girl who loved praise, and I love
accepting it on her behalf.

Today, I found several notifications of kudos on stories she's written. There was also one gushing comment left on one of her stories by someone who clearly doesn't know she's gone. And another lovely comment left on one of her vids: Roll to Me, a Due South vid that I've always loved.

I feel Sandy's presence strongly when I go through her email. Makes sense. I'd find my way pretty quickly to anyone going through my private mail. While she's here, though, I read her the messages she'd want to know about. So I believe that she gets to enjoy the comments people send on her creative works. They've certainly made my day.