Susan Johnson
I will forever cherish our friendship that started in 6th grade and became a deep friendship in high school that continued on through adulthood. I am so grateful you came out to visit me a few times in Jackson Hole. I remember you playing guitar and singing at the Hootenany at Dorman’s, which you later told me inspired you to produce your album, My Own Little World (it was a great honor to be mentioned in the “thank you’s”). I am especially grateful you came out for my wedding in 2003 and gave us a gift basket with your incredible herbal salve that saved the day after my then husband-to-be got a giant scrape on his forehead 2 days before the wedding and that salve healed the scrape up so quickly there isn’t a trace of it in our wedding photos. I’ll always cherish our deep talks and uncontrollable laughter when we would hang out together. And bringing me into the WAS fold, and our parallel journey together Westward for our love of nature (especially plants— so much easier to study than those darn birds that keep flying away) and teaching other to appreciate its beauty and bounty through ethnobotony and herbology. Days after your passing, on June 24, I was in Seattle at a Jonathan Richman concert. He sang a song called Transitions” that I never heard before. It was about how your souls keeps living after your body dies. So, if you are out there John, keep strumming your guitar and keep inspiring us to love and learn. I will miss hearing you laugh…until I see you on the other side. Love you my friend.
