When I die
I want my bones to smell like
and shine like the moon.
In fact, I want that now.
Jay died on her beloved house boat, departing as she had wished - on her own terms and cradled in the hearts and minds of those who knew and loved her. Heartfelt thanks to Drs. Kristine Rinn, Jed Gorden, and Terry Law and to Seattle's Providence Hospice. Everlasting gratitude to Gretchen de Roche of Compassion and Choice of Washington.
Jay was an inspired and remarkable psychotherapist, an extraordinary mother, a writer, a thinker, a poet, a Pea Patch gardener, an interrupted musician, and an ardent lover of life, beauty, and the creative experience. She was a rare and exotic flower -- beautiful, ferociously bright, passionate, private, sensitive, and deeply spiritual.
Although hardship and loss dogged the last third of her almost seventy years, Jay gave no quarter, steely in her determination to live life with hope, wonder, and mastery.
even the scraps
beautiful in the bowl.
Jay was predeceased by her beloved son Connor and is survived by her bereft and loving family, mother, Helen Baker Gelzer, sisters Barbara Perry Gelzer, Helen G. Kupka, Katherine G. Murphy, and dear friend, Jean Star Wald Dinaburg.
Here we go, slipping into the last pool of
Published in The Seattle Times on Jan. 20, 2013