Gilly Bear on Steve Gilliard's hospital pillow. photo by Jenonymous Feb 25, 2007.
Steve Gilliard (November 13, 1964 – June 2, 2007)
Internally we call this GillyDay.
A year ago I was still in mourning. We all were. (Scroll to June 2.)
To even think of Steve brought me to tears, and I thought of him two, three times a day. That's every day, not just on June 2nd, the anniversary of his death,
This year, not so much. Not to say I don't still cry sometimes. Get pensive. Or say to myself, 'Ah hell. Steve would love to be here now." or "Dammit all. I don't know how to write this. This... Gil would really knock this out of the park."
But then I sigh, drop an email to Maggie, MB, Evan or TLG, or pick up the phone and call one of them, and soon, another post goes up.
No, this isn't The News Blog. Two years later, Driftglass writes for Crooks and Liars and maintains Driftglass, his own blog. Hubris Sonic and The Littlest Gator have spun off Fighting Liberals. Lower Manhattanite has a new gig taking up all his time. Dr. Bopper is working with patients in a new setting, and Jen is brilliant, passionate, and wonderful. Minstrel Boy is back on the road making music. Maggie and I are working on a startup, as is Evan Robinson. And Sara Robinson is making brilliant predictions about the future, and is a Fellow at Campaign for America's Future.
People have gone in different directions.
Group News Blog abides. We're not going anywhere.
We all started, metaphorically, with Gilly.
I miss him. I remember him. I honor him. I thank him.
As always, I don't play the game of “Steve Would Have...”
For those of you who late to the party, you can get started reading Gilly here. *smiles*