Readers of Preludium know that from time to time I have commented on my mother, Anne Harris and her various efforts edging towards death, and of her great zest for living. Well, tonight at about 9:00 PM she died. She lived well.
She had many visual images of post mortem possibilities. Here are some. (All computer drawing copyright by Anne E. Harris)
Anne had a sense that death would come to stay one day, and her image of death waiting patiently was this. I love the halo and white wings and the vulture body. Also the flowers.
She had this image of her meeting up with Ed, her husband, among the stars. She had eyes to see and hope for reunion with the love of her life.
May it be so.