I have had the great fortune of knowing Kitty. My own mom had dementia, so I could not hear family stories for the last years of her life. Until recently, Kitty could share detailed narratives involving family and friends, sprinkled with her unique wit and wisdom. Just a few few weeks ago Kitty was continuing to transcribe old ancestral Civil War letters into the computer.
Now the computer is still. Her daughter will be by her side soon. Tarn will offer guidance for the dying from our tradition, translated into the language a long-time Quaker can understand. I will hold down the fort here and offer support from afar. Of course, Tarn and I are never far apart—even at a distance.
May Kitty have a peaceful death. May all beings have a peaceful death and joyful rebirth.