Alice picked up after a few rings the last time I called her, which was a pleasant surprise. It had been hard to reach her lately.
We didn’t have a very long conversation and there wasn’t much substance to it, but I was glad we’d connected. She said she was good, and although I thought her speech was slurred she genuinely seemed in good spirits. There was no question that she was slowing down, though. We talked about gardening. Micah played piano for her. I told her I loved her, and then I had to go.
Four days later she was gone.
I’m struggling to find words for the many feelings that her death is bringing up. The main feelings are of course sadness as well as gratitude for her life. But right now I feel like I’m just beginning the journey of grieving her. It is really helpful to me to hear stories from others and to see pictures. Strangely, she seems to be getting younger and more vital with every share.
Love to all of you.