Ruth Cochran
My grandmother “Mimi” died last night, peacefully, at the age of 91. My dad said that “it was about the best exit that it’s possible for a human being to make”: she was not in pain, and she was surrounded by her large and loving family. She touched many, many lives. My sister Masie has shared this picture of her:
I think there will be several services for her in different places: in Fayetteville where she died, and in Bloomington where she lived for many years. We are going to make a trip to Fayetteville, but my dad has suggested that we make it after the service, when it will be possible for our family to spend more time together. So I think we won’t be at the funeral, although of course my thoughts will be with all the Cochrans as they commemorate the matriarch of our family.
In a strange way I’m grieving without sadness, because there’s nothing sad about a life so well-lived and a death so gentle.
September 6th, 2010 at 12:39 pm
She looks like a wonderful person. I’m sorry for your loss but I’m glad she had a happy death. x
September 6th, 2010 at 3:05 pm
Shannon–
Great seeing this photograph right over Davy’s–one down, one up. Love, Dad
September 6th, 2010 at 6:18 pm
Well said Shannon. Thanks and love
September 6th, 2010 at 10:33 pm
I’m so sorry for the loss of your grandmother.
91 years is a good long run, isn’t it? We can all only hope for as much.