She was my friend, and a friend to all who knew her, nuff said!
Time for a group hug and cry.
Aminal
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her sails to the evening breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "She is gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. The loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone says, "She is gone." there are others who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout, "There she comes,"
Henry Scott Holland.
and that is the trip our dear friend taken.
Ride in peace dear friend.
I'm going to miss you, Liz, I will remember you as that geeky, goofy girl with infectious laughter, a ready smile, pithy comments, and with the strength of ten for your heart was pure.
As an instructor with Learning Curves she brought years of practical experience to her students, and she did her best to coach students past their faults towards better riding habits. I loved working with her, as she brought positive energy, that smile, and her "Let's get this done and call it fun!" attitude every time she was on the lot. She excelled at coaching, and her loss is felt most acutely by my colleagues and her friends.
Those "media hound" tweets of hers were all over the map, as she had varied interests and tastes. I'll miss those quite a bit.
She was directly responsible for suggesting a means for enabling Suzi to ride in comfort with me on our tours aboard the KLR. Thanks Liz, Suzi and I will never forget.
When my number is up I would feel fortunate to be remembered so fondly by half as many friends. You made your mark
She was the author of more than one blog, Moto-Mojo and Lizard Words. One of my favourite bits of poetry is:
A Minute in the Life of Gerry the Grasshopper
http://lizardwords.blogspot.com
Liz, So long and thanks for all the fish.
Your friends, Ron and Suzi.