“Life is not fair.”

This was one of my late mother’s favorite sayings, no doubt designed to help her children manage the inevitable low points in an hour/day/week/month/year. But today 48 year old me finds it applicable to the passing of one of the most roundly adored citizens of Greenville, the irreproachable, irreplaceable, iridescent Betty Farr. 

It is always tough to write about the loss of a loved one, and this will be no exception. I am sorry that my first blog post in more than two years has to begin so somber, but when I looked at the Caller ID on my phone on a recent Thursday and saw “Northeast Georgia,” I knew the person on the other end of the line was going to tell me the news that the end had come. Even when you know they will be in a better place, able to run free again after spending the last six months barely venturing out into the sunlight, it does not make it any easier. Of course, as you might have guessed, I’m talking about the sale of our recreational vehicle, Dusty Roads. ​