Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Anne This Spring




Anne and I had a friendship, then for a time we didn’t, then, thankfully, certainly, we did again, and we kept it that way.  We met on the blogs, we talked on the phone, we passed along emails, shared colors and words and advice, and laughed hilariously about the follies of friends and foes and all the world.  When she lambasted some injustice, always with cause, I listened, but often with the sneaky goal of saying something I hoped would lower her temperature. When I complained, she offered solutions--good solutions. Anne knew alot about alot. Anything she told me I knew I could take to the bank.

I won’t say Anne was a martyr about this damn cancer, but she came close. She never complained. Even when the medical problems kept piling on, she was feisty and matter of fact and always her take-no-prisoners-grateful self. I knew when Anne stopped eating that she had decided enough was enough, because I knew Anne would handle her passing the way she wanted and the way she thought was best for Gary.

Anne loved her husband. She told me a hundred times that she wanted to know he would be okay when she was gone and she’s done her best to hope and plan for that. I imagine any home would have a deep and painful silence when a beloved voice is no longer heard, but I think the absence of Anne’s voice will be unique in all the world. It is the sound of her  voice I want to remember most.  She could elevate irritation to an art form, but there was never a meanness to it. Most of the time she just knew what was right and what wasn’t. 

 I always hoped Anne and my Emily Rabbit would write a book together. Anne’s poems to Emily were magnificent. She was as smart and talented as anyone I will ever know. And, she was my great friend. I will miss her like nobody’s business. 

Fly well, Anne. I know there are gardens and art studios in heaven. There may even be tractors and designer shoes. There is definitely no cancer. Thank you for being my friend. Your spunk lives in my heart and always will. 

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Damn I miss her. We had fun.

Anne was friend to the mischievous incorrigible Emily Rabbit. Here is a poem she wrote in response to Emily's criminal scheme to start an avocado business.

Here--give a high five to Heaven-Rebel-Rouser Anne yourself:

love
kj


EMILY!!!

Emily dear,
I am at a loss,
A perfect adventure
Where you are the boss,

And then here comes KJ~~
Donned in wet-blanket
To try and discourage
the cash you'd be bankin'.

I'm thinking that maybe,
the great time is near,
when YOU have your own blog
And leave KJ here. (just sayin'....she's really cramping your style...)

You know that we'd follow,
And there would be more
Awaiting your wisdom
Awaiting your store

For selling the mean green
and getting revenge,
served up COLD and quite HARD
~~that's soooo good in the end! >:-}

And just to assure you
of profits quite grand
I'd be the first order;
Cold cash in my hand!

For probably a dozen
(and bazooka gun too)
As I need them to fly
Quite a ways from Peru!

So sneak right on out,
(wait till KJ's in slumber)
And you and I, Bunn-friend,
Will cut quite a number!!!

Your loyal poet~~Anne

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    1. Deb, one of the ways I learned blog friends are the real deal . Thank you.

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      kj

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  2. It sounds like she was a woman who took a stand, I love that.

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    1. She was (is) a crack jack, rubye. I hope you stumble across a new friend like Anne

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      kj

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  3. so sorry about your friend. you will have her poems and her words and voice forever. that's a blessing. she had you as a good friend. that's a blessing too. hugs, suki

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    1. Suki, for some reason I fear most not remembering the sound of a loved voice. I felt that way about my father too.. Thanks for your encouragement xo

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      kj

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  4. It's all good kj. Everything that happens in this terminal life, needs no reason or explanation as long as there was/is/will be thoughtful love.

    Peace.

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    1. 'Tis true, mark.

      Man, it 's good to hear from you xo

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      kj

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  5. That is a beautiful tribute to an obviously beautiful woman.


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    1. Thanks, 8.

      Rain this weekend? :-( !

      Love
      kj

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  6. Im convinced Heaven is a place in someone's mind - enjoy the memories and to keep her in that better place....and be good to yourself while you heal from the loss....you have such a sweet heart.

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    1. Lavender!!!!!!!!!!!!
      How sweet to see your avatar here!

      I treasure memories. I hold the like shells from the sea, turn them in the palm of my hand xo

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      kj

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  7. Awww :( I'm sorry to hear about your friend KJ. Cancer. Jeeze. I hate that shit! It's so slow and methodical and plodding. I don't know how people endure it, all the phases, all the decisions, the totality of the beast. But you have written so well of Anne and how she did it her way, and I suppose if it ever comes to that, I hope it will be said the same of me.

    ((Hugs))

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  8. You had a wonderful friend in Anne (as did Emily). I know you miss her, and will continue to do so. Cancer is such a mean thing.

    Blessing and Bear hugs.

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  9. She was quite a tough lady, your friend Anne. Friends will be friends.....Always!

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  10. I'm so sad to hear you lost such a good friend. Seems like you were kindred spirits - I hear your voice echoing in the lines of her poem. May her soul rest in peace and may your memories of her bring you comfort.

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