Friday, September 3, 2010


Marie passed away this afternoon, peacefully.

My mother was by her side.  Naturally.


  1. Oh, Mia, I'm so so sorry. I'm keeping you and your mother and everyone in my thoughts. Hang in there.

  2. I'm so sorry, Mia. It's clear she was a dear lady who is so special to you. I'll be thinking about you and your family.

  3. I am not sure they will let me write all this and I apologize if this rambles. I hate cancer. Let's start with immediate family. Grampa George(Dad's dad), Aunt Patty, Gramma Dot, Pampa George (side note: My Pampa was larger than life as I grew up. And even as his body failed him, he remained a personality that would light up a room. And though he struggled physically to get around as his body betrayed him in his older years, he woke each morning looking into my gramma Dot's eyes and seeing her smile and knew he was in for a glorious day. People say you cannot die of a broken heart. Well, I watched that man give up on life because of a broken heart. So though he may not have died OF cancer, he most certainly died FROM cancer the day my gramma passed away), and now Marie (and yes, though not blood, she is still immediate family). And I hate the fact that, as I type this, mom is in Healdsburg keeping Marie's Family together while inside she is in a million pieces. Just as Marie did for us when George passed. Though this may actually be harder on mom than Marie's family. Marie was her confidant, her best friend, her partner in crime from the age of what....6? We should all be so lucky to have someone like that in our lives. Someone who gets a phone call saying that your child has passed and she hangs up the phone and walks to her car and drives a couple hours because she knows she is needed by your side. Doesn't pack a stitch of clothing, a toothbrush....nothing. Just acts on the fact that she is needed. And fitting it is that when she passed, mom was there by her side. As it forever should be. When George passed, I dove headlong into "darker" poetry. One that I stumbled across and has spoken to me every day since, was by Emily Dickinson;

    My life closed twice before its close;
    It yet remains to see
    If Immortality unveil
    A third event to me,

    So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
    As these that twice befell.
    Parting is all we know of heaven,
    And all we need of hell.
    I love you MiMi.

  4. I love you, Mia. Please send your Mom my love too. I miss you guys.

  5. Dear, sweet friends...thank you so much! You can't imagine how far a kind word goes when you have a broken heart. xoxo

  6. I know I'm SUPER late to this -- blame the move -- but I wanted to say how sorry I was to hear this news. Thinking of you and your mom!