"UB40, one of my faves! Yup, this choice puts you firmly in my tribe. ;-) "
It would please me to no end to be in Jacqueline Mitchell's tribe; I'm certain that I know the full characteristics of all the members.
Each member would have a cheery disposition with a touch of sassy and snark. Impecable container gardens with delicious abundance would surround a neat home. We'd all praise the Scottish and envy her personal Great Scot. We'd all have to know the movie Trainspotting by heart and cheer when Spud awoke to find his big windfall. We'd believe every crazy cure on the "interwebz," if only for comic relief. All the best music of the last fifty years would be firmly planted in our memories; how else can we chat it up? All our kitchens would be filled with the most wonderful scents; pots of homemade goodness to share daily.
That would be our tribe; that is our tribe.
Our chieftain has been laid to rest, but the tribe gathers once more in this "other world" where hands never shake and bodies don't betray us.
Jacqueline used to say "I think I lurve you a little" whenever she approved of my particular brand of snark and giggles. A sweet sentiment from a sweet friend; I hope the angels appreciate their new neighbor the way we appreciated her. Perhaps that thought makes her loss bearable.
To Jacqueline: I always lurved you a lot. Sleep tight, sweetie.