Moen Bone

My cousin Diane was half-way between my sister Beatrice and me, and the three of us were very close growing up in North Dakota. Notice I said was - she died today, very unexpectedly for me. There is so much to mourn and to digest and criminy sakes will this month ever end!
As kids, we called her Moen Bone, and as adults I never saw her as much as I’d have liked to. We lived about 100 miles apart for the past 60 years, and we had all the love and fond memories anyone would want, but we also had all the differences in politics, religion, and points of view way too common these days; how does that happen! 
The Extra is from 2019; that’s Diane in the middle with two of her sisters giving her kisses.