Turned out to be a good process, obit writing. Sooz's kid didn't much care for my noun-driven description of his Mom, so he was thereby motivated to write his own description, amended and fleshed out by Sooz's main art friend, back around to me and we did it! Proud of ourselves, I hope. Doesn't bring her back but keeps her close.
She isn't coming back, that's the hard part. All that fight to survive, to beat the damn cancer, and now there's an empty space where she used to be in residence. A bleak and sterile kitchen. A lonely cat. A house stripped of valuables so, if it gets burgled, all that's there is outdated computers. Ain't that a paradigm for modern life?
Oh and does everybody know that you pay for obits? Pay a lot, unless you are a newsworthy personage. $16 bucks a 30 character line, for our main local paper, the Chron. 30 characters is about seven words. Keep that in mind as you compose.
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