I was playing around on the computer this morning as I waited for the rain to stop and quite unintentionally I opened up my blog site. I couldn't believe that it had been four months since I posted a blog. Then I looked at my last post. May 18th was such a great day; such hope and joy. I can still hear Elizabeth's voice on the phone as we made plans to get together at the camp in Maine this summer. A few weeks later the word 'metastasize' would turn our worlds inside out and upside down. I was at the camp in Maine in August when I got the call that Elizabeth had passed away. As the sun rose over the lake that morning there was such a beautiful, rolling fog lifting off of the water. It felt like being wrapped in a blanket of silence and peacefulness. I remember thinking that Elizabeth did make it to camp that morning - it just wasn't the way we originally planned.
When I was a kid I hated subtraction. As an adult I still don't like it very much. This picture was taken about a year ago. Four sisters. Minus two...
