Last spring, before I went to BlogHer, I started participating more on Twitter. There was this really funny woman who also happened to be tweeting about BlogHer around the same time of night that I was usually on (post-kids-bedtime until about midnight, Eastern time). I friended her on Facebook. I met her at BlogHer. I yelled her name across the entire lobby of the Sheraton, and I think I scared her a little but she immediately put this big smile on her face and acted like we were long lost best friends.
Until she had a stroke yesterday, I didn't even know that Anissa was a big deal. (I don't check other peoples' stats. I don't check my own stats). But the entire internet (at least, the corner of it that I read) is buzzing with prayers for Anissa, and has been for the last 24 hours.
Anissa is a big deal, and not just to the internet that loves her. Anissa is a very big deal to her three young kids and her husband.
And she just has to get better, because people who can make you feel like an old friend from the moment they meet you are too special to let go. And because kids need their moms. And husbands need their wives. And 35 is too young for this shit.
I didn't know she was a big deal. She's just my friend. Someone who has been hilarious and blunt and risque and awesome as long as I've known her. Someone I'm not ready to say goodbye to, not yet.
I love you, girlfriend. Keep fighting.
Updates on Anissa's condition are here.