RE Paris is gone and that’s that.
I won’t mourn because life was such a lousy ordeal for her. If, as I suspect, there is nothing after death but, well, nothing, she at least is not suffering anymore. I met her nearly five years ago and was struck by her quick mind, her hair-trigger sensitivity for injustice and unfairness, her knowledge of books and music, and the sense of pain that seemed to seep out of her every pore.
RE, Young And Smiling
She worked as hard as the richest person I know but she never was able to to amass a spare few dollars. She was in a business that doesn’t afford many of its employees and practitioners trivial things like health care. Maybe, just maybe, if we lived in a land that thought health care is something everybody deserves, she might still be with us today.
She might even have looked forward to tomorrow.
I don’t know.
I only know there is no tomorrow for RE now. How lucky I am — and you are — to still have one.