Late last fall, Jenny Lynne passed away.
We had the memorial service last weekend. It wasn't until afterwards, after all of our friends, and family of hers that I had never met, got together to share stories, that it just hit me hard.
I wish I could give her real name, but on an adult fetish site, I feel it would be more appropriate if I did not. I apologize for that. She never knew about my kink side, because I never told her, but that's okay; I haven't told very many people, as that stuff's pretty personal. And this post isn't about that.
But yet, Jenny Lynne was a friend. Not just to me, but to everyone around her. She was much older than I was. She graduated high school the year before I was born, and taught school herself for many, many years.
I wish she had been my teacher. Although, I still felt that I learned from her in many ways (no not in THAT way; because this post isn't about that.) Because age was just a meaningless number to her, and I always felt like I could relate to her, and hang with her.
I wish I could walk the trails with her again. She was an avid outdoors lover, active in many local causes for conservation and wild lands protection. Causes I passionately share. And she was an avid hiker and explorer, her whole life.
I wish I could party with her again. Young at heart, she was always the life of the party, wild but yet never obnoxious or sloppy drunk. Among our friends, many a raging evening was spent with her.
She was a kick ass skier, white water rafter, and painter.
And kind and accepting of everyone.
As the world darkens, it needs more people like her, more than ever. I miss her terribly. It hurts that I won't get to see her again.
Good buy, Jenny Lynne, until we meet again on a distant trail, in a perfect forest, unmarred, where the bright sunlight shines undimmed forever, far beyond the shadowy veil of this world.
