Where to begin? As a writer I should have proper special distinct words to describe Karen Doty, friend, hospice worker, mother, wife, sister, cousin, co-worker, confidant, angel, nurse, cheerleader, neighbor and more this sunny Wednesday morning 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center use to be. But, I don't.
Truth is I've searched my writer's tool box, shaken my silly sack of prose, flipped the pages of my favorite books on poetry and quotations written by famous people throughout history, only to come up what I call, numb and dumb.
I find comfort in Karen's words. Words she wrote to me shortly after the death of my husband, Edward Louis Sclier.
It fills my senses with mourning joy to share them today. To Karen Doty's entire family, my sincerest condolences. May your days be filled with mourning joy forever.
In her own words, and for all the world to see:
Dearest Linda -
Anna Quindlen wrote: 'Knowledge of our own mortality is the greatest gift that God ever gives us, because unless you know the clock is ticking, it is so easy to waste our days, our lives.'
The dark days ahead will become technicolor! I promise! You, Linda, have learned something enduring about life. We all have to go down that path, but who is beside us is what matters the most. It makes life important. Ed made you acutely aware of how special you are! So special, that you were there until the very end. How blessed you are.
How blessed that I was there to bear witness to you the amazing, special Linda!
Please know that I am here for you. I will remain in touch -