A sketchbook is more than a place to capture the beauty as I travel. It can be a trusted friend for my hopes, dreams, and tears at the loss of a dear friend. We were high school friends, dancing together as Shawnee Mission West Vikettes just yesterday, it seems, and now she isn't here. She was a kindred spirit, and always the sweetest soul, ever kind and thoughtful. We had so much fun back then, and she even stood up for me as my Maid of Honor as Mike and I married all those years ago. As our families grew, we had less time to talk. I thought there would be plenty of time. I thought we'd grow old together, sharing family tales over hot tea and glasses of wine. Susan was so young. There was so much more life for her to live. I can only lift her family up in prayer, and it doesn't seem like enough. Live every moment with purpose, hug every family member each time you see them, and tell everyone in your life what they mean to you. Cherish. Every. Moment. Painting number 5117 in 5117 days.
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