she came late to my life but she was just the right mixture of wildness and sense I miss in my new home of Tucson. She needed a new liver but it didnt come fast enough and she died. I shot the wake and the front row was taken up by the Brady bunch- her nieces, nephews, brother and sister. I shot behind glass and felt like I was looking at a Goya painting.
I will miss her and regret we didnt get to laugh together more. A LOT of people felt the way I did.