For Caroline and Ben,
I did not know your mom well but I am deeply saddened with the news of her death. I will miss her joyous smile and laughter. She was a lovely person and you were very lucky to have her as a mother. Her spirit will live on with you and we will all look forward to hearing of the great things you do in life knowing that your mom was a big part of that.
Thank you so much Dr.Harvey,for you kindness,compassion,and good care,I will miss you!Enjoy your peace,my dear!Love,serena
To those who knew and loved Anna
I had the pleasure of working with Anna for 12 years - she and I shared many patients and my team (Kelly Lawson RN, Kim Leatham MD) relied on her expertise and caring for many of our toughest patients. She was a special type of psychiatrist - took the time to do it the old-fashioned way - and made people feel heard and held. We will miss her!
Dear Caroline and Ben,
I went for a long walk today and I found myself thinking about your mother, Anna. I was listening to music while I walked, and a song came on that reminded me of her because we had listened to it together—probably dancing, playing, or singing; most certainly laughing! And I felt her there with me on that walk, quite powerfully, not just in the music and my memory, but next to me—really there with me, telling me how much she'd enjoyed the times we spent together, reminding me how important it was to appreciate the way the light fell over the fields and the sounds of the birds and the wind bending the trees. It was absolutely clear to me at that moment that your mom is still here—with the people she cared about. With me and, most especially, with you.
I have so many memories of good times with your mother: a camping trip our families took together one summer when you were very young, and she managed to pack every single food and game a kid could even imagine wanting on a weekend in the woods. The time she brought you and Ben out to the Methow Valley to camp in a tent on our land, and when I warned her there were snakes she just shrugged her shoulders and said it would be part of the adventure. The time we all went to Decatur together and she let you children decorate cookies, not just at the table but all over the room until frosting and sprinkles made every surface a sticky mess. That was fine with her—you were having fun and that was all that mattered.
Your mom was the one who organized trips to the beach and outdoor concerts on the Olympic Peninsula, Easter egg hunts and swimming parties at the Blue Ridge Pool. She loved New Orleans jazz and starry San Juan nights and heated conversations about books and movies over long meals with close friends. She loved her work—helping people sort out the problems in their lives, even when no textbook or pill could make everything perfect and the best medicine she could offer was her endless patience, kindness and willingness to listen. Best of all, your mom loved to laugh, loud and long! and that is a far-too-uncommon attribute among most adults!
Your mother lived intensely and loved intensely, and there was so much more she had to do here, particularly with and for the two of you. If I had to pick one defining fact about Anna it would be summed up in her love for you, her children. I remember when she first found out she was pregnant with you, Caroline, and suddenly everything in her life had a new and profound purpose—loving you. Taking care of you. The first time I went out to dinner with her after your birth she couldn't talk about anything except how beautiful you were, how thoroughly awed she was by every new discovery you made about the world. She was in bliss. She glowed! And you know what? That never changed. In every conversation we had she talked about your talent, your travels, your achievements, your friends.
And Ben, I still remember where we were sitting at a Thai restaurant when she said she wanted another baby, and not long after that she ecstatically told us you were on the way—the happy little boy with the shy smile who I'll always remember propped on your mom's hip like a much doted upon bear cub. Your mom loved to brag about your sports agility, your sense of humor, your quick wit and how much she joy you gave her; all the brilliance she saw in you and the talent you brought into this world.
Anna didn't want to leave you—that is true without a doubt. She would never have wanted to make you so sad. But only part of her has left, the part that can physically touch and hold you. The part of her that loves you will always be here—near you, next to you, walking with you, forever listening to you, watching over and guiding you.
With my own loving thoughts, always,
March 1, 2013