I learned a few days ago that one of my dearest friends, Nan, had passed away. Nan was the author of the blog Letters From A Hill Farm, which I know several of you have visited and enjoyed over many years. I have been so sad the last few days and will miss her more than I can really communicate in words. She had not been posting for several months, but she has been missed tremendously. I wanted to let people who check in here know what had occurred.
Nan and I met on a book site many years ago (like over 25 years). There were others that we talked with, one of them Les who authors Coastal Horizons, and also Teri who does not write a blog. The four of us just connected and we have kept up with each other through many years. We've shared our book love, our love for our families and our children, and the ups and downs of our lives. Our kids are all grown. The other three have grandchildren. Stuff has happened - wonderful things and sad things. We supported each other through all that life tossed at us. We have seen each other in person only a few times because we live spread out across the US. And we have remained close friends. Nan will be missed so, so much.
Les has written a wonderful, touching post about Nan on her blog here. I encourage you to read it. She said so many great things about Nan and has some lovely pictures as well. Please do read it. Nan and I met in person 3 times - once in 1998 at a bookstore in my area, once in 2017 in her part of the world that I wrote about here, and the last time in 2018 when she travelled again to Texas. My thoughts on that are here. Some may wonder how friends could know each other so well without being together face-to-face. Well, it can happen. For sure.
I'll leave you with a quote from A.A. Milne that describes my feelings for Nan in the past and for the future. And I'll encourage you to reach out to old friends, make new friends, and practice gratitude every day. You won't regret it. Take care, book friends!