Her Own Self
There were many adventures she had that were wild and wonderful. You always knew where she stood and she certainly could prove quite stubborn. Once those around her realized she wasn’t in any real physical danger, a moment of relief would ensue. Long breaths would be taken and business went back to usual.
Like the time we went camping and she threw a fork at her husband, Don. It was a real-time silver one that went right into his outside leg, an inch or two above his ankle. Just stuck there. My brother Don was there and both Dons and myself looked at the fork in silence. We then looked at each other in that suspended moment of disbelief. Ultimately, we all turned and looked at Deb. She was standing up the embankment with the same defiance on her face as when she threw the fork. She said nothing, turned and walked away.
Don the husband had to explain the argument they had during the ride up the mountain, mainly a marital dispute. He pulled the fork out of his leg, admired the clean puncture wound and pronounced himself okay. We finished setting up camp, worked on the fire pit that and settled in for the evening. Time marches on.
Nearly an hour later, Deb walked into the camp appearing calmer than before and ready to enjoy the campsite. She sheepishly smiled and apologized to Don for impaling him with the fork. They both laughed and camp life went on apace. Turns out she was in the right with the argument they were having, and, strangely enough, she hadn’t been drinking.
Although Deb could get rather argumentative and leave many issues unsettled, she had many unique gifts. These were wonderful to see blossom and give her so much joy. Her photographic skills came just as natural as her gardening skills. Closeups of flowers, her beloved cats, sunsets, birds and insects all were subjects to capture. Adept at composition, she used natural lighting to her advantage and was good at capturing action as it happened. She had a soft sensibility with her subjects, putting them in the best light, so to speak. She was also adept at revealing parts of herself in the pictures she took.
sad, real, from the heart…loss of a loved one, a sibling is all too familiar…well done Maestro..’
What a beautiful portrait of our beloved Debbie – complicated, troubled, yet so gifted and loving. I envision her and Don dancing in heaven