Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.

George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Tonight a beautiful young woman’s journey of carrying the beginnings of the Universe ends.  She no longer will bring the first electrons of that very instant forward in her living body.  She will relinquish them to our Earth which will at some time in the future provide them to another carrier of our start.

My life was made better from her enjoyment of it.  All who met her felt the same.  She laughed easily and made others do the same.  She was fun to be around.  We were co-workers so I knew her like many other co-workers too.

She lived her life, years after almost losing it to breast cancer.  In the end that is what took hers away.

I get angry when a young woman (or man) like her dies and leaves young children behind.  They do not understand.  Later maybe they will, but not now.  Their tears are as hot and salty as anyone’s, but covered in the pain of crying for their mother.  It is important that they learn they were not alone in crying for their mother.  Many others will tonight join them.