Monday, Feb. 3, 2014
This morning I learned, via a letter from a friend of "Ronnie's", aka Fiona, that Fiona passed away yesterday, peacefully, with her hubby, Mick, by her side.
In typical Fiona style, she refused oxygen, asked to have her hair freshened and some lipstick on. And off she went, to a far better place where she will know no pain.
For those of you who may not have known her, she was known here as "Ronnie" and had a brilliant mind, amazing sense of humour. Even after she knew she had a brain tumour, she found enough humour to name it her "Tuna".
Ronnie instigated the virtual dance contest, styled after the Strickly Come Dancing TV program. Each person who volunteered was assigned a dance to do, with an assigned partner, and we were to write a description of how we did it, what costumes we were, what music we used...it became phenominal. For 6 weeks, we challanged our brains to imaginative writing. Ronnie outdid herself with humour, as did several others.
If any of these posts are still on file somewhere, it would be marvelous to read them again.
Ronnie took the idea of virtual imaginative experience, after our first few "Porch Parties" really took off. The idea that a group of people, from several different countries, could imagine being together, having tea and coffee and scones, on a porch in the US, and be talking and laughing and teasing each other, as if we truly were all in one spot, developed into something very therapeutic. We felt great when we all had to go back "home". For a couple hours we forgot all about pain and sadness and handicaps, and were just a group of friends, on another friends' porch, enjoying being together.
We felt this idea should be promoted as a therapy for depression and just generalized sadness. So Ronnie developed the dance contest.
We are not likely to ever forget the characters we were, or the ones who were our partners!
God bless you, dear Fiona, our dear Ronnie.
Rest now in peace, dear lady.