Farewell, Sandi Tuttle, an Average Superwoman. You were anything but average.
I cybermet you at the very first Author Blog Challenge in June of 2012 (along with several other awesome writers who also became my Facebook friends). I won a prize from you - a T Shirt that said "If I have wings, why can't I fly?" (For those not of a certain age, that refers to, umm, certain flaps that develop under your arms. Don't smirk. You'll see.)
You gave me my 30 minutes of fame.
You interviewed me for your Internet radio show, where you talked with me about one of my passions, community gardening. I thank you for the opportunity to get the word out about community gardening and local food growing.
Meanwhile, you were doing so much more in your community. You fought the good fight against bullying and battled against the fashion industry tears down women's self image. You made wraps for people with breast cancer. You declared your intentions to one day write a book. You called yourself an Average Superwoman.
Through your blog and Facebook, I felt that I knew you, even though we never met.
And then, you were diagnosed with an aggressive cancer.
At one point you blogged about a tenacious leaf you looked at, outside your chemo room, and how it clung on despite everything the winter weather could throw its way. Another time, you blogged about losing your mojo. When the infrequent Author Blog Challenge started up this past September, you tried to participate - this was your last post.
I learned about your death earlier this week the way so many of us do nowadays - through Facebook.
Today, we mourn you, Sandi Tuttle, a way Above Average Superwoman.