A light has gone out.
Yesterday, another friend passed through the vei.
How to describe her?
Salty. Tart. Spicy. Sweet.
She was a force of nature, a tiny dynamo. Took no prisoners. Spoke her mind. Cussed like a sailor. Grinned like an unrepentant imp. Hugged long and hard. Laughed loud and often. Gave no quarter. Made art with verve.
I only just met her last year or so, when I started going to the gallery with Mom. She rolled her eyes in ecstasy over my pesto chicken tortellini soup. She generated smiles in others.
She kicked cancer’s ass.
She bought a cake and sang happy birthday to me just last Friday. We had a show over the weekend. She seemed fine, maybe a little tired on Sunday but who wasn’t?
She decided to pack up later in the week, hugged me and said she’d be glad when my mom was home from her vacation, and headed out.
Some time Monday night or Tuesday morning, she slipped across the boundary between worlds.
Hail the Traveller
May your journey to the next world be swift and easy
May you leave behind all memory of pain and sorrow
May you carry with you all memory of love and happiness
When you reach the next world, may you be met with joy and fellowship by those who went before you
And should you return to this world, may those who loved you know you once more
Hail the traveler