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

Anne Huskey-Lockard10 May, 2012 12:43

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