I was sad to hear that Crying Wind died. I had hoped to one day meet her. I often said, "I wish I could write like Crying Wind."
She was my favorite author. She could make me laugh and cry within the same chapter; sometimes the same page. Her relationships with her children, her friends and her neighbors inspired me to pay closer attention to my own relationships, but, even then, I just didn't have her warm way of caring or her funny sense of humor. She added so much to those around her.
As I remember all the family and friends that have passed on from this life, I know that no one can replace...
