I just learned of the passing of my friend Heather Dohollau, peacefully and gracefully at home last night at the age of 88. She only came into my life some three years ago, but quickly became a very important part of it, and it seems very strange just now quite to imagine the world without her. Through memory, her words and her books her presence will remain, I know, but I will miss her greatly, and I won't be the only one.
|Heather on the Island of Bréhat, where she lived for many years and which she wrote about often, and where she will be buried.|
A great soul passes.