Oh Sarah, when your inbox message came I tried to contact you - but with the huge time difference it wasn't possible....
But somehow I just knew that my feisty online soul-mate, Crazyheart, had died.
Firstly, my sincere heartfelt condolences to you and all of Crazyheart's family and friends.
I never met Florence, but we both learnt that, thanks to the wonders of modern technology, you could have a close relationship with someone you never actually met in "real" life.
You may be interested in how our relationship began......
I joined the original Wondercafe after my husband died. I was in that in-between stage of grief when I wasn't up to socialising but knew I had to get out of the house and resume life. Wondercafe was a good solution.
After being a contributor for a while, Wondercafe decided to have a picnic at Five Oaks, south of Toronto, so that some of us could meet in "real" life. With much trepidation, I decided to fly to Canada from Australia and attend.
Without my husband, and in a "different" country on my own, the first few days didn't go well.
When I got to the hotel in Toronto I tried to go in the revolving door the wrong way, then I couldn't get into my room (I was used to being given a key -not a card thingie.) I decided to make myself a cup of coffee, but instead of a jug - like we had in Oz, there was this weird coffee maker that I couldn't figure out.....
Exhausted, I decided I'd have a shower and then go to bed. Even the shower was different - I couldn't get the bloody thing to work! I vividly remember lying naked on the bathroom tiles sobbing, when the phone rang.
It was your grandma. The conversation went something like this.....
"Welcome to Canada".
Me (sobbing) "Nothing is the same. I hate this bloody country - I want to go home."
Your grandma had this great gift of sizing up a situation.
"Oh honey, you're just tired. Try and get some sleep and I'll ring you in the morning and we'll go over your problems one by one."
Suddenly, I didn't feel alone in a strange country - I had your grandma to share the journey with me.
(When your Violet was little, she probably had a teddy bear - a transitional object to help her overcome her fears. Well, Florence was my transitional object in overcoming my fears in Canada.)
I made several trips to Canada and saw all the tourist sites - but tours to Saskatchewan were never listed in the tourist brochures, so sadly, we didn't meet. But, when I was in Banff, she rang me and told me how she and Morley had their honeymoon there.
As well as communicating on Wondercafe, whenever I went to Canada I would give her a list of the hotels and phone numbers and she would ring me. It was so thoughtful of her, because although in time I got to love travelling on my own, it was great to, at the end of the day, have someone to share my experiences with.
After Morley went into care I was able to arrange cheap phone calls to Florence from here in Oz and rang her regularly at her home.
Aussies are both open and direct - I think living in a "wide brown land" affects us. Florence always seemed familiar to me - perhaps growing up in the prairies has similarities to life here in Oz?
I have a shy hope in an afterlife. May Florence met up with her Morley, and , of course, with the roofer.
I apologise for writing so soon of my memories, but I'm feeling emotional. Also, later today I'll be catching a train to Wollongong to spend a few days with my step-daughters and grandkids and won't be online.
One again, condolences to all who knew and loved Florence and thank you, Sarah, for appreciating how much Crazyheart meant to us here at Wondercafe2 and keeping us informed at a very difficult time for you.