Kage Baker came to terms with most of the pains that accompany growing old. She didn’t like any of them, and was not above impassioned rants against the tyranny of stiffening joints and failing stamina. She quite gloated over the fact that her red hair did not go grey – like most redheads, it first turned gold and snow-white, so it stayed bright in the sunlight.
No, what she most hated – what she never, ever accepted – was reaching the age where her friends began to die. She finally blew up and forbad me to keep telling her when one of our Faire family died; she just did not want to know. She insisted on keeping her loved ones alive in her mind, and in writing if she could manage it …
As much as I miss her, as much as I would rather have lost a limb than have lost Kage, I am grateful that she herself took the last journey before our dearest playmates began to fall. Some people she loved immensely have gone on in the last 3 years; it would have hurt Kage dreadfully. This way, she hasn’t lost them, but met them again; greeted them at that far door, I hope and believe, with a fresh drink and a kiss.
Where we Faire people go must be amazing. Brilliant conversation, strong drinks and fresh, and one hell of a band. And those who knew Kage through her books instead of through Faire will find her – and maybe themselves – in the Avalon Casino, sitting down to fried oysters and champagne cocktails.
Last night, the lovely Mary Lynn Reed passed into the West. She was the wife of Tom Barclay, and one of my very first Dear Readers, as well as a friend of several years; she and Tom were a huge comfort to me when Kage died. She was a clever, funny, wise, crafty lady – made wonderful things with her hands, and wonderful things with her life. I will miss her, and I am filled with sorrow for her husband Tom.
She’s the first of my Readers to die. It’s really a bit of too much: still more of too much, in fact. But I won’t shadow her memory with my wailing and keening. What matters is not that Mary Lynn has died, but that she lived.
Bear Mary Lynn and Tom in your thoughts, Dear Readers, please.
Praise her with great praise!