A dear friend died today. She was 58. Like me, she was a Gemini, however, she was not “manicddaily”, but “steady-steady-daily”. She was a wonderful person, invariably, profoundly, kind, while also persistently dogged, someone who saw things through; who sustained others through setbacks, who nurtured family and friends with a sweetness, and a sense of calm and security, even through terrible crises.
One of these was 9/11. She lived right across the street from the World Trade Towers; she kept her family life and hopeful life and just plain daily life going through the torturous months of smoke and crowds and police lines, fear and sadness.
She was certainly her own person—her brand of kindness made many lifelong friends, maintained a devoted marriage—but she was also very strongly, markedly, a mother. This made her youthful death especially difficult—it was terrible for her to leave her children; terrible to cause them the pain of losing a mother.
But what could she do? There are some things that mothers who could lift a car off their child’s legs simply aren’t strong enough to fight. Still, I feel sure, I have to feel sure, that that strength and sweetness is still there somehow, somewhere close to home.
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