She was adventurous. Often taking off for the unknown on a whim. We never knew from whence the postcards would arrive. From Paris? London? Peru? One never knew where she might pop up next. She saw a great many places, ate fabulous food and met loads of people. She started traveling when she was young and never looked back. She saw the Great Pyramids of Egypt. She had homes in the Mediterranean, France, and the United States. When we visited with her, she made us feel at home and always welcome. She was dearly loved everywhere she went. Always the life of the party, her stories of travel never failed to mesmerize us all. She’s gone on now to the great adventure. She leaves behind a legacy of books and stories to carry us all forward. She will be greatly missed.
None of the above is true. But it gives me something to think about.