june 16, 2020

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“I have learned that grief is a force of energy that cannot be controlled or predicted. It comes and goes on its own schedule. Grief does not obey your plans, or your wishes. Grief will do whatever it wants to you, whenever it wants to. In that regard, grief has a lot in common with love.” ~ Elizabeth Gilbert


You might recall Sunday’s post when I mentioned one of my dearest friends had passed. That friend was Sandy Davis. If you’ve followed the outhouse for any period of time, you know Sandy. Her passing was totally unexpected. Shocking, to say the very least. Sad beyond all telling. I think Annie Bassoni described the news best; a sucker punch to the gut. I’m still trying to catch my breath. People were drawn to Sandy like moths to a flame. I was just one of the many moths, but oh, how I loved her light. She was fierce, loving, compassionate, vulnerable, tender, tough, resilient, funny, fun, smart, creative, and that’s just a glimpse of her. I loved her from the moment Stacy introduced us I don’t even know how many years ago now, 20 maybe. There simply isn’t anybody else like her. She helped build our Kentucky tribe, and she loved us fiercely as we love her. There isn’t a bigger advocate for artists and the arts than Sandy, and naturally, she was a gifted artist herself. She was an advocate for animals, too. When I said Sandy was compassionate I wasn’t kidding. She’d do anything to help anybody, two legged or four legged. It didn’t matter. The collage above is just a handful of the pictures I pressured her into letting me take. She didn’t see her beauty the way her friends did, and since I am a bit pushy with my camera, she had little choice but to let me capture just some of it. I could go on, but honestly, I am still in shock and pretty speechless. So let’s let the small sampling of Sandy’s light lead the way. Love your people as hard as me and the Kentucky Tribe loves Sandy. Our love for her is a bottomless well. She deserved it all and more. So much more. Godspeed, sister Sandy. Save me a seat and give Sadie a pat for me.

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