… & no bread recipes either.
I’ve just got back from Wellington, where I helped to celebrate the life, & mourn the death, of someone who’d been a good & valued friend for 30 years (& who introduced me to the joys of playing the recorder properly, & the books of Ursula le Guin). For the last 4 years & 10 months of that time, Deb lived with metastatic breast cancer. She knew that it would kill her in the end, but with the help & support & love of her family, friends, & oncologist she fought against it as long as she could. And because of this she was able to see her daughters grow through that awkward teenage phase into strong, talented, resilient young women.
And through it all shone her zest for life, her love for her husband & children & family, her concern for others, her care for the environment, her social conscience, her love of music & reading & gardening. We heard so much about that today; these were things that defined her as a person. Deb moved through life with love & laughter, integrity, dignity, & a lightness of spirit, & these things were with her & around her when she died.
Farewell, my dear, brave friend.