alas

[calimac]

I hardly knew Velma Bowen - she seemed to exist on a far higher social plane than anything I could aspire to, so I mostly just stayed out of the way - but perforce we were part of the same community, so her death leaves a huge gap. Someone vibrant and unique was there, and is gone.

We were at the same event in June, which was during the intermezzo between her cancerous attacks, and she was thin but seemed healthy enough. But then word came that it was only an intermezzo. Hers was one of the names I held in mind during the mi shebeiriach, the prayer for healing, at High Holy Days.

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