In Memory of A Dear Friend

Sometimes people come in and out of your life,

and you move on, hardly noticing.

Occasionally you meet a kindred spirit,

a person who affects you, who helps you grow and evolve.

Back in my teenage days one of my favourite partners in crime had a fascinating Mother.

A hugely talented photographer, she had never lost her idealism from the sixties.

Her photos always revealed the potential of a person.

One of the most endearing things about Barb was that she never passed judgement.

She was a kind and experienced ear for a whole group of us,

and guided us through more than one sticky situation.

She became a dear friend and mentor.

Her daughter and I are still close,

and spend precious weekends watching our daughters giggle and tell secrets.

Barb had been sick for a long time, and this morning she passed on..

I'm quite sure where ever she is, she has a Nikon in hand and a smile on her face.