Is that all there is?

In the Peggy Lee song, "Is That All There Is?" the question is asked at the end of an observation about various aspects of life, followed by this reprise:

SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is...

And today when I learned of a favorite blogger's demise, my selfish cry was "Is that all there is - no more blogs? No more critical observations of her city in Arizona? No more interactions on things I've seen that she questioned me about?"

Blogging has become the new social connection in a world that wants to disallow personal observations, thoughts, feelings on a day-to-day basis. When is the last time you had time at work to talk about flowers? When you order up your lunch, do you ask the waiter or waitress anything about their life?

GrannyJ in her blog "Walking Prescott" (you can find the link on my site) took time to

point out various things that we might not have noticed otherwise. Teaching history, critical thinking, and valuing what others had cast aside, we discovered a new way to really see. (Like this little fern growing out of the moss on a tree on a woodland spring walk.)

But GrannyJ (Julie) has gone to walk a higher plane, and how I wish she could blog back about what she is seeing where she is... of this I am certain, there are loads of flowers, and if there's no limit to the enjoyments there, she probably will take full advantage of it, just as she did here. And I will miss her insightful commentary on her world that helped me to do a better job of sharing mine.