Donna Frances Shawcroft, R.I.P.

One of the downsides of growing older is that some of your friends don’t. Donna Frances Shawcroft died in her sleep a week ago today, and her friends and family are saying goodbye to her this morning in Grand Junction.

Donna and her husband, Doug, a.k.a. Mudbone, were part of the crowd I ran with in college, the venerable and infamous Mombo Club. They weren’t the first of us to get married — that dubious distinction went to Mombo himself, if memory serves — but if they weren’t first out of the gate, they certainly went the distance, nearly 30 years’ worth. Two kids, two grandkids.

The Mombo Club has since disbanded and dispersed, and it’s been years since I saw Doug and Donna. But I’m thinking of them now. Requiescat en pace, Donna.