The world has a goddamn hole in it today. And every day hereafter. That woman had the biggest damn heart and the biggest damn laugh, and I love her.
And I am - just - I can't process. I feel sick and I have been sobbing for a solid hour. It is just so incomprehensible that there could be a world that doesn't have irana in it, lighting it up the way she did.
I don't have any more words right now. Later, memories. Now, I just can't.