Betsy Dance
Dear Audets and Greens,
Liz and I were close friends for many years. We lost touch when I left Washington, but I never felt that we really lost touch. Things got hectic. I always made sure I knew how to contact her, but didn't, until yesterday when I learned that I was a month too late. I will never again wait for "just the right time" to get back in touch with someone I love. I think of Liz every time I am on the highway passing a truck. Do you remember that truck that hit her car? How unlikely was that? I think of Liz every time I pass a "Psychic Here" sign, because she and I wrote a story about road side psychics. I think about Liz every time I go to my basement, which is often, because I have a photo of us on the wall down there (where I keep all meaningful photos) from our trip to Ireland, where we had such fun and where she was so happy to see her relatives' stomping grounds. I so wish I had been able to say goodbye to her and am miserable that I didn't take the time to say hello. Liz was and will be one of my most favorite people in the world. We had some great adventures together and while I have missed her these years, it just never occurred to me that she wouldn't be there. I continue to miss her tremendously.
Betsy Dance





