It is
with profound regret and a measure of deep sadness that I mourn the
demise of Emma Sally Ann. Some, I suspect will be inclined to
celebrate rather than grieve her passing.
ESA had
been in robust health, thriving in fact, up until the last couple
years. Her decline had been gradual; a natural process of aging.
Emma
Sally Ann was born in the countryside in the early 60's, the daughter
of Necessity and Imagination. She was nurtured in the pre-craft store
era, long before the advent of garage sales and on-line anything. Her
ancestry undoubtedly involved crows and gypsies as she was especially
drawn to vibrant colour and shiny bits. She was a pioneer – a
Re-cycler before it was invented and a Hoarder before it was a
disorder.
ESA
spent her lifetime gathering and collecting anything and everything
that tickled her fancy. Indeed, her fancy was very ticklish so it
took precious little to delight and amuse her.
Jello
and Red Rose Tea bear responsibility for her her lifelong propensity for
collecting. Their inclusion of car coins, airplane coins and
figurines in their boxes at a vulnerable age, set the stage for what was to become ESA's entertainment and passion. Her tastes ebbed, flowed and evolved over
the years, beginning with owls in the mid-seventies and moving on to
bears, rocking horses, quilts, hooked rugs, old windows, books,
fibre, fabric, chairs and anything donkey.
The true
essence of Emma Sally Ann resided in the fact that she was born knowing that 'Everything can be Something'. She saw potential in the smallest
tidbit and felt it her personal obligation and duty to amass it all
and file it under 'One Day' and 'Some Day'. It was all her fodder,
her life blood. There was nothing immune or off limits to the
possibility of possibility.
Emma
Sally Ann leaves behind her longtime and closest friend, Jada. They
had shared a life partnership that was supportive and encouraging,
although may have been identified by some as 'enabling'. Inseparable
for decades, Jada has never felt that it would be possible to exist
without ESA. With encouragement and support from family and the
Board, she will continue to thrive autonomously. Also celebrating
her passing, perhaps more than mourning it, are the remaining members
of the 'Board of Directors for Voices in My Head', a division of the
'Sybil Syndrome'.
A
'Celebration of Life' may be held at some point in the future, after
it has been confirmed that she is truly gone for good.
4 comments:
Good Luck with that plan Evelyn.............
Fabulous post Ev!
LoL ... I think I can hear the tinge of sarcasm in that Willie. Not unwarranted. haha Thanks Marg ... I appreciate the support ... I NEED the support!!
I totally understand what you are feeling and I commend you for your ambitions. I think we are a lot alike emotionally. I love the way you express it in your Board of directors. Well done!
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