Liquid Tears

I've written and posted tributes to recently deceased celebrities on several occasions. It's not hard to do, for their lives were an open book.

However, before now, I've never attempted to pay such a tribute to a normal down-to-earth person, especially a fellow blogger. I'm finding it difficult to do.

Suzanne Horne, known to those of us who regularly read her blog, Liquid Illuzion, as Liquid, passed away on Christmas Eve. Liquid tears are flowing for her.

How can I pay tribute in prose to someone I know, but don't really know? Well, I believe that if you read someone's blog long enough you'll find that is an open window into their life. A little bit of a blogger is revealed through their words, and reflects who they are.

From her picture above, it is easy to see that on the outside she was a beautiful woman. It is from her writings that I was able to see she was as equally beautiful inside. If you are unfamiliar with her you can either take my word for it, or better still, click on the link above and see for yourself.

She was a wonderful photographer and examples of that skill can be seen in many of her posts. She was also adept at writing poetry, which is also abundantly represented in her posts.

I am finding myself troubled by that word "was." The word is so ... final. Yet, she was admired and had many blog friends, and this is evident by the 95 Followers, of which I am one, on her sidebar. The word was diminishes when I realize that there are many who will remember her, and you can count me among that number as well.

She used to leave comments on my weekend posts. They usually said something like:

"Thanks for the laughs. I needed that."

"I come here on the weekends when I need to smile. You've never let me down. Thanks so much."

"Your humor makes my mornings easier to handle."

At the top of my sidebar to the right you will see a photograph of an ice cube with a bow. As the caption says, it is a gift to us:

Here's a little
"Liquid"
gift for you each!
Think of me when you add a little more ice to your holiday drinks,
'Cause I'm right there with ya!
Suzanne, perhaps it was prophetic when you wrote that. I shall use those words as a fitting epitaph to you. Salute!

I hope that, if even a small way, this tribute is fitting.

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