An old friend, Carrie Hyman, passed yesterday and it is a shame. She was one of the brighter spirits in the universe and though that spirit will never die, I and many others will miss her physical presence in the world.
She was an acupuncturist and doctor of Chinese medicine, but I just knew her as a sweet person. I once was in the midst of a marriage breaking up and stayed on a friend's apartment floor. Carrie, already a cancer survivor, was living with that old friend at the time and didn't seem to mind at all that she had to step over me to move around the apartment in the morning when she left for work and I was still sleeping on that floor. For the several days I stayed there I got to know her and her generosity and kindness well. That was back in the early '80s and we've been friends ever since.
I didn't see her a lot. But I see few people a lot other than my kids. But every time I did see her it was a special delight. The most recent encounter wasn't that long ago, or doesn't seem so. It was where I'm writing this from, The Berkshires, in Great Barrington actually in a great little restaurant with the best thin crust pizza in this part of the world. She spied me sitting with some of my kids through the window and came in to hug me and beam that radiant smile on me and just let me know how much she loved me and I let her know I felt the same.
We vowed to see each other more often, but didn't get to. I'm glad our last contact was in person though, where we could really feel our affection and care for each other. Life is so precious, isn't it?
[PS: I got the photo from another old and dear friend Eve Brandstein on Facebook. Not sure if Eve or someone else took it, but it's exactly how I remember her so thanks to whoever did.]