Well folks, I had a post all written and ready to go out today sharing the continuation of our travels through Colorado, but I’ve decided to hold that one off for a few days. Today I want to share the joy of forging friendships through the blogosphere.
Over the past three years, I’ve had the honor of developing some wonderful friends through the blogging world. Some of these friendships have developed into more than internet based relationships, which has been an unexpected pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. Coffee dates, hiking meet ups, and brew pub get togethers with fellow bloggers have turned into true and hopefully long-lasting relationships. Due to geography, most blog followers will remain as internet friends, or ‘cyber friends’, and that’s ok too as I treasure those friendships as well.
One blogger I was looking forward to running into one day was Wayne from the Blog Turn when the road does.
Our comments flowed freely back and forth along with emails. Sometimes our emails were lengthy, especially when it came to subjects like best route to take or truck engine issues. Other times, the emails were short and humorous. Our last communications centered around food and the healing effects of proper nutrition.
Wayne was struggling with a terminal illness and was willing to think outside the box. Wayne was the impetus for me starting a second blog, a blog centered around healthy eating. He wanted me to share some recipes and ideas with his wife, and thus Dally in the Galley was launched.
The way in which our conversations flowed, one would think we had actually met face to face. Unfortunately, I won’t have that privilege as Wayne recently lost his battle with Pulmonary Fibrosis. I still can’t believe how quickly the illness progressed. Even after a dear friend shared the tale of the loss of her brother due to the same illness, somehow I hoped Wayne’s story would end differently.
The day before his passing, Al and I were hiking near the town of Frisco, Colorado. The elevation was well over 9,000 feet. As we climbed in altitude taking in deep breaths, my thoughts wandered and I said to Al, “I hope Wayne is ok”. While I filled my lungs with air my eyes welled with tears. I was overcome with a flood of emotions. I felt a sense of unease, great sadness, and concern for Wayne.
On the other hand, I was thankful the thin air had little impact on Al and me and our ability to hike and breath. Any huffing and puffing Al and I did was no different from what we experienced in Arizona at a much lower elevation. I counted my blessings and was grateful for each contraction and expansion of my lungs. Breathing was something I didn’t take for granted that day. Thoughts of Wayne were ever-present.
I was saddened beyond words when a fellow blogger, another cyber friend, sent me a message letting me know Wayne had passed.
I extend my thoughts and prayers to Rhonda and the rest of the family for their loss. May they find comfort and peace knowing Wayne was well liked by many; those he met in person and those he met online. We all viewed him as a friend ….. a great loss to the blogging community.