“The Paper Burns,
But The Words Fly Away” – Ben Joseph Akiba
You’ve heard the
term – ‘You look like you’ve lost your best friend.’ A sort of universal
acknowledgement to denote unspeakable devastation, failure or loss. A couple of
months ago, I literally lost my best friend. One woman, outside of my family,
who meant the world to me.
Barbara Kerns
Johnson and I met at a writer’s conference many years ago. Two strangers with
the love of words in common, who went on to become inseparable friends despite our differences. While I’m a worrier tried and true, Barb was the exact opposite. She could have been the inspiration for the song – Don’t Worry Be Happy – and knowing her, she probably was.
That bond,
craziness and all, extended to my family as well. Barb was almost as a good a
friend of my husband, Ron, as she was to me. I’m pretty sure part of that had
to do with the fact they were both Libras. She never had any kids of her own,
but readily adopted the four we had. That she was a big influence in my children’s
lives is something I’m extremely proud of. Her presence was a precious gift I
was able to give them, one that came with plenty of memories I hope they will
always have to cherish.
An innovator, a
writer’s writer if you will, she did get around in our local literary realm. It
was Barb who initially introduced me to Romance Writers of America and pushed
me to establish a local chapter. Over the years, she also introduced me to many
local writers who had gained national fame. Among them William Kinzel and
Elmore (Dutch) Leonard. Though never published herself beyond a number of
freelance articles and ghost written pieces, it seemed to be her lot in life to
help other writers succeed. She taught college level creative writing classes,
published a newsletter for writers – Not So Neophyte – and later the magazine
Working Writer, and held writing conferences around Michigan. She even tried
her hand as a literary agent for a time. Besides writing, her other passion was
art—painting, sketching, still life, portraits—and she was very good at that too.
In many ways Barbie, as we liked to call her,
had an Energizer Bunny type spirit. No matter what happened, good bad or
indifferent, she kept on keeping on. More times than not with a smile on her
face and laughter in her heart. Maybe that’s why I didn’t realize how seriously
ill she was. What little time we had left to be friends.
She was very
sensitive about her age. Understandable since she looked much younger than she
was. I won’t dishonor her memory by sharing the actual number now. Let’s just
say, given the marvels of modern medicine, she was way too young to die.
Today, October
the 11th is/was her birthday. A true believer in karma, unicorns and
the like, Barb also had faith in the incredible power of the universe in our lives. Lord Willing was one of her favorite sayings. I’m pretty sure she
would agree this post is appropriate, since the 11th is my day to
blog here anyway.
I’m smiling through tears as I
think of Barb Johnson. How much I miss her. How grateful I am that, while she was here,
I was blessed to be her friend.
My days to blog here are the 11th and 23rd. For more about me and my stories, please visit my website
My days to blog here are the 11th and 23rd. For more about me and my stories, please visit my website
