Fawn Vrazo, a good friend and colleague here at the Inquirer for more than 20 years, died last Friday after a 15-year struggle with cancer. I've thought about her a great deal these last few days.
There are plenty of memories over those two decades, but more recently she had a habit of emailing or calling me after reading one of my gardening stories. She often began the conversation with: "Wow! I can tell you're having fun ..."
That was also the thing about Fawn. She found fun in the smallest things: a new recipe, a good joke, a favorite trip, book, political outrage or story. I will miss her joie de vivre and the phone calls and emails.
I'll also be thinking about her - if the weather ever warms up - when I get back to the garden. That''ll be the having fun part that was her trademark.
