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September 21, 2007

Redstain Attack!

Written by Girth McDürchstein on September 21, 2007 8:19 AM
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I stood next to her in the darkened hospital room, watched her eyes get that rare, distant look in them. Owen sat in the corner, reading a magazine.

“Girth,” Sarah whispered, not looking anywhere near my direction.

“Owen…” I said.

“Girth,” Sarah repeated hoarsely, “Girth, why have you forsaken me?”

“I…have?”

“Girth…”

I suddenly felt Owen’s labored, sausage-coated breath on my back. “What’d you do, asshole?!” he whined.

“Fuck off, I didn’t—”

“Sorry,” she breathed. “It is done.”

I guess I expected her eyes to close or some kind of final gesture, but instead—nothing. Her movement stopped, the already-dimming sparkle in her eyes vanished. No life existed in that body, and as if to punctuate the realization, her machines droned in a way familiar to anyone who’s ever watched a hospital-set TV show. The way she just vanished, suddenly and completely, forced a numbness in me I’ve never experienced, not even when Margo left. Again. How could this person, this woman who had once seen so full of life and emotion—how could she just, with the snap of a finger, cease to exist?

I had the vague awareness of nurses and at least one doctor (maybe two) swirling around me. I knew Owen was screaming at me through tears, beating on my chest as if I’d poisoned her or something.

She hadn’t gone out the way she’d requested, but at least I was by her side by it happened. At least, though I hate saying it, Owen was with her, too.

I wish I knew what to say. I wish I could comfort myself and maybe even Owen and share in what we’ve lost. I can’t even absorb the full magnitude of what we, what I—what the world has lost. Sarah Goss, a vibrant, passionate, intelligent sex cauldron. She will be missed.

SARAH GOSS (1976-2007) RUST IN PEACE