Life is too short to be lurking in the corners quietly. Why not stand up look around at what needs doing then do it. Say what you feel needs to be said, help make a differance both here in the eunuch archives and out in the real world. Know that each and every one of us can make a differance in this world.

Dingbat may have only been here a few short months on the Archieves, yet she touched many of our hearts with her words. Her wisdom. Her witt. Last but not least her warm nature and charm.

Calling out those of you out there who read the archive forums, the stories written by your fellow members, yet you do not speak up.

Your thoughts, your wisdom, your witt all need to be released and shared with us. True you might offend some of us, you will give us reasons to think, and you will put smiles on some of our faces. If you don't speak up those smiles will never happen, we will think of other things that are meaningless to your needs, and we will not be offended by your thoughts then try to understand them.

Please Make your Voices, your thoughts heard.

Make your voices Dingbat's Requiem

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kate Bush: "This Woman's Work"

Pray God you can cope.

I stand outside this woman's work,

This woman's world.

Ooh, it's hard on the man,

Now his part is over.

Now starts the craft of the father.

I know you have a little life in you yet.

I know you have a lot of strength left.

I know you have a little life in you yet.

I know you have a lot of strength left.

I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.

I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things I should've said,

That I never said.

All the things we should've done,

Though we never did.

All the things I should've given,

But I didn't.

Oh, darling, make it go,

Make it go away.

Give me these moments back.

Give them back to me.

Give me that little kiss.

Give me your hand.

(I know you have a little life in you yet.

I know you have a lot of strength left.

I know you have a little life in you yet.

I know you have a lot of strength left.)

I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.

I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things we should've said,

That we never said.

All the things we should've done,

Though we never did.

All the things that you needed from me.

All the things that you wanted for me.

All the things that I should've given,

But I didn't.

Oh, darling, make it go away.

Just make it go away now.

I honestly don't know what to say. I only exchanged a few words with Dingbat, and never managed to have any meaningful chats with her.

I will say that I greatly enjoyed reading her posts on the message board here, and would have loved to sit down with her over coffee or a pint and just chat. I'm sure she would have become a major contributor to the board, and it deeply upsets me that she wasn't given the chance.

I think we will all remember her for the contributions she made to the EA in the short time she was here.

life is so fragile..we can go at any time....

lets make this world a more loving place...atleast we can try.

It is truly sad when someone passes on, though death will come for us all. I hope she was ready spiritually. Is her death posted somewhere on the EA? I didn't even know and I had to read through these posts to figure it out.

i hope she was ready too hash..i fear im not..still confused about all of God and things.

*sighs*

I'm definitely grieving for Dingbat. I only knew her for a few short weeks through her posts and pm's, but she was an inspiration to me, and it seems, many others on this board. She will be missed.

Dr. Maia Wittelsbach-Tereshchenko's passing will be memorialized during a service at Temple of Aaron Synagogue in Saint Paul this weekend. Having thus been entered into the congregation's roll of the departed her name will be read and prayers offered annually on the anniversary of her death. --FLO--

Maia’s cousin Sergei has sent to me a short piece that Maia’s parents have written to read at her funeral service. Even though Maia was with us on the Archive for but a very short while, her wit and her vibrancy made her loss very painful for many who are here. I am posting the piece in Maia’s memory. Sergei has said that he will be reading some short posts that members here have made about Maia at her service as well. Maia had talked with her family about the sense of community that she felt here….

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We are so grateful to all the people who have written things for Maia. Those who have sent them to Sergei and Joshak by email and those who have posted things to internet forums. It is very difficult for us at the moment to write anything much but we would like to thank people. Maia had alot of challenges in her life and she was constantly surprising. You never really knew what she might do next. As her parents we are very, very proud of Maia. She was everything we could have hoped for in a child. Often we worried for her because she met a lot of obstacles but we needn't have worried as she always met obstacles with fortitude and integrity. Maia had friends from many different walks of life and we were always pleased to meet her friends. She knew some lovely people. When Maia was a small child we were told all the time that we were wrong for allowing her to choose her own life destiny. We knew we were not wrong. When we first knew that she was intersexed it is true to say that we were surprised and worried. Mostly we were worried for her but we were also afraid about what it meant. As she grew we discovered that we had a child who knew who she was and who knew what she wanted. We believed in her and it's wonderful for us to learn that so many other people believed in her too. People would often say to us that we had taken wrong decisions and we would always counter this by saying that we had taken the only decision possible, to let Maia be herself. Maia believed in loving people, I don't think she ever hated anyone. We are happy that she had so many lovely friends and so many people who have spared the time to write their condolences. This is proof to us that Maia was everything we believed her to be. Thank you for everything you have said. Here is a poem which was one of Maia's favourite poems. It sums up a lot about Maia's life.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1915)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.