I saw clnire's post seven minutes after she posted it. It instantly gutted me and that's all I've felt since I saw it. Completely gutted. I've struggled to find something profound to say and nothing comes. I'm in shock. And I just noticed this came up on page 666.

I'm not superstitious but that's just weird.
Not going to make this about me but the reason I haven't been here this summer is because my allergy induced asthma has been been above extreme this year due to environmental reasons. The medication I need to breath, albuterol, allows me to breath but the side effects are so extreme, no matter what form (maker) it's in, makes me
almost incompetent to care for myself. The best way I can explain it is having a severe case of the flu but only in the brain. All I need is rain but if that happens the DNA of possibly hundreds may be washed away before they can be collected in the Camp Fire. I'm okay with being sick several more weeks for the recovery process but be aware, the following thoughts are posted by a mind that's not completely normal.
Bells was here when I joined. I mean, he's always been here. Iffy, Bells, some other people = pillar porch supports. Then I though of his drone videos. They were awesome and nobody his age should be able to do those dance moves.

I wish I'd I'd left comment saying how much I enjoyed his videos.

And then I had quite a selfish memory.
Remember all those photos he'd post about the latest meal he'd cooked himself? Honestly, some of them took my appetite away but then I'd think, well, if I replaced the bell peppers with onions... Seriously, I gained more than a few pounds due to those pictures.

Turns out that's a good thing due to the severe weight loss I'm going through due to the latest iteration of albuterol. Tomorrow when I force my self to eat something it will be with a smile on my face knowing Bells would have prepared it completely differently. I love you Bells.
