She would not want you to be sad. She was a strong lady. She was as happy as a person who had suffered a stroke a year and a half ago (with a subsequent cancer diagnosis just months after) could be. She was living with myself and her daughter-in-law who cared for her and loved her greatly. Despite the aches and pains of her failing body and the speech problems she was left with, she continued to be jovial and active up until the very last night that we saw her.
Anyone who has read this blog or her books knows that she had a hard life. This came out in rants, particularly here, but was always peppered with her signature humor and sage wisdom afforded someone who has seen so deeply into the fabric of this carnival we call life. It was hard for her to express those sentiments toward the end, but she kept on writing because, as Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. said,
"Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?" Savannah not creating was like a fish out of water.
I hope to continue this blog in her memory and to publish what she has not already. She was prolific in many creative pursuits. I hope to honor that with my meager abilities.
You will be missed, dear one. But the adventure has just begun.