This is not the post I'd intended to write today. Nor is it the post I started. I started one about how my ippity journal pages were going and some other things that seem so unimportant right now. You see, as I was writing and editing the photos I was going to put up, my mother called. Liz, my aunt by marriage, died last night. When Mom started with "there's no easy way to tell you this.." I knew someone had died. I just never expected it to be Liz.
Liz was only 54 years old. (I originally wrote 56, thinking should would have been 56 this year. I was wrong.) She was an avid horsewoman. She, along with her husband Tom, invited my middle daughter into her home to stay, even though they never had children of their own, and were unused to having kids in their house at all, let alone without their parents.