Thank you, everyone, for your kind thoughts. Diane was a very good, and outrageous, person.

After using up most of our vacation time on sculpture, we managed to escape for the Utah holiday weekend and attend BIFF! Honestly, we only made it to one of the movies – the truly awful “Lady Gangster” – and spent most of our time visiting with friends and hiking. Just what we needed.

Nachdem wir unser Urlaub auf Skulptur verbracht haben, durften wir der Stadt über den Utah-Feiertag entfliehen um BIFF zu besuchen. Ehrlich gesagt, sahen wir nur einen Film – der furchtbare “Lady Gangster” – und haben die meisten Zeit mit FreundInnen und beim Wandern verbracht. Genau was wir gebraucht haben!

Over the past 4 years, many walks have resulted in “Oh, Hey! There’s Diane!” moments. Dogie, or “Big Red” as Diane calls him, perks up at the sight of Diane, with or without Traffic and Sweet Pea. Picking up the pace and shuffling across the street to meet her, she graciously changes her path to meet the oh-so-particular desires of the D-O-G. The “great pit bull attack of 2008′ occurred in front of her house, and she jumped to the occasion, turning the hose on Dogie’s attacker.

It’s no surprise then, that Sunday at an event up at Alta, I walked into a room of acquaintances and thought, “Oh, Hey! There’s Diane!”. No surprise, except for the fact that this was a memorial for her. Diane was diagnosed with metastatic pancreatic cancer about two and a half months ago and died on July 2. Way too soon. Way too fast.

Shit.

Two and a half months ago, we ran into Diane on a walk. She told us the news. “We have to get together soon!” Three to six months was the diagnosis. She went out of town, we worked on sculpture. Shawn saw her on another walk, she had decided to do chemo, “drag it out” she said, as only Diane could. “Dinner, soon!”

Soon didn’t get here before too soon did.

Shit.

Tut mir leid, ich schaffe es nicht das ganze zweimal zu schreiben. Lebe! Lache! Liebe!