Has it been five years? Doesn’t seem possible, Helen.
You’d be 35 now. Had you stayed here longer, who else would you have served? Where else would have traveled, my friend? If not for that stupid brain tumor, what other lives would you have touched? And, of course, what trouble would you have gotten us all into?
You told us to “get it in ya.” It was your way of telling us to life each day to the full, find the joy in each moment, do something totally absurd and unexpected. We still say that — “get it in ya” — especially on Oct. 18 of every year.
Here on Earth, you were often looking down the lens of that Canon, weren’t you, Helen? Some of my favorite photos were the ones you took in Senegal, when you were serving in the Peace Corps.
And today, I love looking at old photos of you. Most of the photos, as Becky once said, show you with a “wide, open-mouthed Muppet-like smile.” The one above shows you more subdued, studying something at the other end of the lens. Wonder what it was.
What’s it like now, Helen? What do you see through the lens? Wish you could send me a photograph. I always liked to see things from your perspective.
Back in September, Reed, Becky, Colleen, Diane and I took a photo of our feet — of all things — while we were stomping grapes at a winery near Decorah. Sure doesn’t seem like a complete photo, though, with your foot missing from the snapshot. (The Amazing Grapes post ). We missed you there, Helen. We always do. We haven’t forgotten you.
Get it in ya, girlfriend. In your honor, we will!