We know she was in constant pain, reluctant to take the narcotics needed to dim its insistence, and that she had just learned she had a lung disease and scar tissue around her heart. It's hard to wish a life of pain on anyone.
Yet so many of us feel bereft. Is it so selfish to want people to keep on living? What could we have done to make it worthwhile?
She was an artist, a computer whiz, and a woman of extreme kindness. If she saw a way to fill a need, she did.
Jean, God bless and keep you.
And, Dear Lord, could we have more babies and less dying, please? For a season?