My house is quiet this morning, save for the random ticking of my woodstove as the metal accepts the heat of the flames within the firebox. In the silence between each step I take, each sip of my coffee, and every breath, I am thinking about the passing of another dear friend—an island girl who came twirling with joy to our high north place. She has become another victim of the dreadful cancer that stalks too many of us.
Jo Cooper passed in the dark hours of
Thursday night, leaving behind a young son still in grade school and a husband
drowning in heartbreak.
Jo always spoke softly, laughed
readily, and had a smile that defined her. This morning, she lingers here with
us, woven into the silence.
—Mitchell Hegman
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