❤?. I can't move. Reading what so many women have written opens a floodgate of memories. Reading their posts helps. Feeling how many people were touched, what a warrior she was, remembering picking up the yellow pages or talking about butch/femme decades ago. We weren't in the same circle anymore but that doesn't seem to matter. She left footsteps everywhere. There is no preparation I know to make this easier except to celebrate an incredible woman's incredible life. Best to Lynn. (Addition: I want to give condolences to her inner-circle, family and extended family too.)