My good friend Joanne died today. I saw her last Tuesday when I went to visit with her at Skein.
Joanne's first love was weaving. She taught me to weave and was always disappointed that I did not pursue it more. We saw each other almost every Tuesday night for the past six years when we would get together for class or to just knit and visit. We went to weaving shows together. I first met her when we were both taking a spinning class. I have a throw that she wove for me. I've been with her through a couple of knee replacement surgeries and a shattered wrist. We've shared memories and talked about what we're going to do next. I still can't believe it.