My Mom died this morning about 03:00 hours.
This is something occurring with clocklike regularity for everyone over millions of years, is a prelude to being mowed down by the dark scythe ourselves, and in no way makes any of us special.
I only mark her passing here because I can, that at almost 80 years old herself she was enchanted by the internet, and that she was an award-winning artist of rare talent demanding some kind of lasting notice by someone at her passing.
She was a hard worker who wanted to live correctly and passed without so much as hard feeling from any other human being on this planet, a trick becoming increasingly hard to perform as the world accelerates to its concrescence. She left a body of work that is too beautiful to be discarded and that will likely survive her by generations. Her work will always hang in someone's home I must very confidently proclaim.
She passed easily, if painfully, from serious heart disease and lung problems, never complaining or cross, never contrary or contrite... ...never less than a good humor, and always looking for a way to laugh. She was a child at heart. She faced the future with courage, intelligence, and imagination right up to the end... as sick as she was.
She was a woman of the renaissance, an American original, and a great individual. She was a smart woman of courage. She will be truly missed.
Send no flowers, please... she’d want that money to go to someone who needed it. Donate that money to a local hospice, instead.
...See you on the other side, Twyla.
Sorry about this seeming non-sequitur... it had disappeared from 2006 somehow. Blogger won't let me put it back where it was, and it will be on this site... so there you have it.