Alice Carlisle. She died on Wednesday, two days after her one-hundredth birthday.
Her daughter, Andrea, has been blogging about Alice for several years now at Go Ask Alice.
Over those years I feel as if Alice had become a part of my own family, a matriarch of sorts whose life and adventures, as reported by Andrea, since childhood to the present have inspired and entertained me, made me laugh, made me think, made me remember how strong women are, how amazing the human spirit is.
Have reminded me what a mother can be. Have taught me how the bond between a mother and daughter can be one of great and good love.
I am hoping that Andrea can hold the memories of her mother close, that she can know that she did the very best for her mother than any daughter could do. And that she knows how very much we who have been fortunate enough to follow her blog are grateful to her for this incredibly real and loving window into the relationship she had with Alice and how much we have enjoyed our time spent with them.
We will miss Alice so much.
I hope that Andrea continues to write on her blog because I don't want her presence in my life to disappear. Of course, that is selfish and she will do what she wants and needs to do.
But whatever happens, I wish her all the love in the world and great peace.
And all of the stolen flowers in the world to Alice.