Friday, September 30, 2022
How do I share one memory of Diane? That's an impossible task. There are so many memories that come crashing back as I think about our time together on Rum Cherry Road. She was always so friendly, always so funny, and always so unpredictable. I remember her telling me that she was depressed so she taught herself French...who does that? Diane does. She loved a good garage sale and I think Larry had to finally tell her to curb her enthusiasm in that regard, as the house, the garage, and the shed filled with her treasures. She played piano even though I don't know that she ever had formal lessons. She wrote poetry. She was crazy and she embraced it...and so did we. I knew she had been ill these past few years, but I kept holding on to hope that Larry and Diane's car would be in the driveway one morning, and that they were able to come "home". My heart is broken to read of her passing. Larry and Marie, Diane was a beautiful, eccentric person who drove a person crazy and drove a person to her at the same time. Thank you for sharing her with the world. She never seemed afraid to show herself to the world and we could all learn a lesson from that. I miss you, you crazy lady! Until we meet again, know that I'm thinking of you and wishing I appreciated you as much as you deserved.
