Memories

I received a phone call this morning that one of our friends passed away. Roanne was a shining light in all aspects of life. In great adversity she stood tall and strong and held up those around her.
I am bad at keeping up, staying in contact. Think of folks everyday with sights, sounds, and smells. Tony and Roanne fit there. Daily in my process they appear.
I had a dream one time. We were out camping, doing the things we do. I was up late tending to the fire, I would wake up and stoke the flames. I dozed off and the moon was full. There was a face of a woman with green eyes in the moon. The face transformed into a wolf and back again. It was a good dream. One of those I have not forgotten. Tied forever to that moment.
One time we were out and the rains came in. No where to go to get shelter and warm. Rain so cold it was almost sleet. There is Roanne. Standing. Her lips were blue from the cold. The sun came out later and it warmed up but I think she was still freezing three days later.
Roanne and Tony moved up to Skiatook for a while so she could take care of her father. She never wavered. They allowed me to come visit during some of my darkest days.
Tony is perhaps the strongest man I have ever known. He has stood beside Roanne through every thing. His heart as large as hers. His strength grounded in his love for her.
Peace to you Roanne on your journey my friend.