To those who were lost in real life...
I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them, and we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you.
It is true Penguin, I can assure you.
So much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart. And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have re-written mine by being my friend.
And just to clear the air I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for. But then, I guess we know there's blame to share. And none of it seems to matter anymore.
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun. Like a stream the meets a boulder halfway through the wood. Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? I do believe I have been changed for the better. And because I knew you...because I knew you... because I knew you... I have been changed for good. (Lyrics from Wicked, For Good)
This site is dedicated to the players, friends and family we have come to know and love through the game, that we have lost in real life. If you have someone you wish to ad, please contact a Times Staff member.
This site is specially dedicated to my dear friend, who will always be family to me, Irina a.k.a. Pimpampoum. She taught me how to code, how to be patient, and most of all what a true friend was like. I miss you everyday my dear... and the world just isn't the same without your quirky sence of humour and loving heart.
2007 Penguin
Irina, a.k.a. Pimpampoum
One of the great woman of the Talamasca
One Great Woman~kmw
Irina was a great woman period. I was profoundly devastated by her passing.
I have retired from the game Omerta, because with out Pimpampoum, Tresor....
Irina, there is no reason to play.
My last game we shared many things quite separate from her other family members, and we had one frightening thing in common. I am still here and she is not. I expected it would be the other way around.
We were working on going into the light together, even if we didn't make it (she wouldn't DARE speak of that option, I was not afraid to face it.)
I have crossed this road before too many times; the loss of my siblings, grandmother, uncle, father. All unexpected deaths.
Irina had a conscious. She cared, and she struggled with guilt about things; she wanted move away from the darkside but didn't feel worthy of forgiveness. Over and over we talked about
several things, I understood her struggle with all my heart
She was the ultimate Donnes. She was humble, and never too busy for anyone. It never went to her head either. She is a true legend of her time, not like others who are legends in their own mind. She shared frustrations about things, yet maintained her loyalty- even if she wasn't entirely happy about being promoted, demoted, back and forth.
Alone she was a force to be reckoned with, but try as she did, to hide the fact that it mattered if she did something wrong. Other times she whimsically did as she pleased, fun loving and ornery.
In the company of others, another side came out- yet she was searching, and trying to please.
I wish I still had all the pictures she sent me. some were caustic and funny, others sweet and thoughtful.
I understood her sense of humor, and her soft gentle side. A side she was often pulled away from, but felt safe enough to be with me.
She, like me cared too much and ofter but had not fully evolved to a point where she could sort it all out into perspective.
I loved her random popping in to chat privately even if I was "busy" I was never too busy for her. My last acct. retired so I could tend to my health, and she was beginning to do the same.
I guess her friends enjoyed the 40 million I gave her to start her family. Like me, she probably gave it away.
I do believe in the end she went towards the light. She is an Angel dressed in white although she has always extraordinary to me. She is a mold that can not be broken. A spirit that is now free and no longer struggling. I know her husband lost a wonderful woman, and we lost a wonderful friend, but she is with me often in spirit.
Back in the summer, I felt a whoosh and the presence of a spirit. No, I wasn't smoking anything.
But it was clear to me that a free spirited entity, one I shared many things with had whooshed by and said everything is ok.
She is free from the dark side where many still dwell. It is a never ending hunger, a toxic poison
that taints the spirit, can not satisfy the ego. Confusion, cold, dark an ache then can not be soothed.
She may have spoke of evil, but she was far from evil;
She is dressed in white and free from suffering, and her spirit lingers as one of Love.
"From an endless dream we have come.
In an endless dream we are living.
To an endless dream we shall return." - Kushi
I will see you in the next life my friend.
