This has been a year of losses. Smart, witty, laughing female friends have died unexpectedly. It has been to hard accept.
Sue has been a part of my life since childhood. Our parents were good friends and we grew up knowing each other. I still remember the day at age nine she confided that her parents were getting a divorce. Divorce is a big deal, but particularly back then. She drove a muscle car as a teen and could drive a stick. She read Architectural Digest and Rolling Stone. She liked Stanley Tigerman and Poco. We were maid-of-honor for one another. We once said we would be cruising in a muscle car together well into our eighties. It did not work out that way.
I had the privilege of calling artist Joella Mahoney my friend. We met years ago when staying near her studio in Sedona. On Christmas Day she stopped while walking her dog and invited us to join her that evening. She had an energy and laugh that would light up a room. We return to Arizona often and Joella was part of the reason. This past January I watched her inform and entertain a room packed with admirers. She said art should depict what a photograph cannot. I will not see her again.
Yesterday I found a blog written by a young woman from Missouri who moved to Saudia Arabia. Her posts are well written and insightful. She shares her thoughts and observations on living in a culture very different than the one she grew up in. Her interviews with her Saudi husband and his family are endearing. I learned and laughed reading her words. There will be no more.
It would be so nice if their stories had lasted longer.
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