The day my neighbor Esther, 94, dropped dead in her driveway, she had a custard sitting on her kitchen counter waiting to go to a sick friend. Esther bloomed until the last moment.
In her last few years, she made collages out of pressed flowers and had them made into notecards. Even in her 90s, she found a creative outlet.
The end of the year is coming. The end of our years is coming.
|Collage by Esther Falk|