I don’t even know how to start this post.
Late last night, I learned that one of my favorite bloggers passed away. Her blog, Confessions of an RA Superbitch, was funny, irreverent, and said so many of the things I’d love to be able to say. I don’t know the details of her death. A few months ago, she wrote that there was “some rather scary stuff happening with the RA.” Then one of her friends posted this week that she died peacefully at home with her husband and son. From this, I can only conclude that she died of RA complications.
This has really thrown me for a loop. When I read the news last night, I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t know RA SB in person; I didn’t even know her real name. I’m not the type to cry when, for example, famous people die, or people I don’t know well. In general, I don’t cry much at all. So my emotional response was pretty intense and unexpected.
I think it’s pretty clear why. RA SB and I were close in age, both had young sons, both taught college. We commented on each other’s blogs because each of us tended to say things that resonated with the other. She even observed once that she, Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy, and I, who are all around the same age, seemed to experience flares around the same time. I related to her. I loved the spunky way she wrote about her illness. And the fact that she probably died of the same disease that I have is just too much for me to face right now. My heart is breaking for her husband and son. Her last post, back in April, broke my heart even then – it’s even harder to read now.
I will miss you, Superbitch. I don’t know what else to say.