(1948-2021)
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Because I could not stop for death Emily Dickinson |
D
Vautier
updated 5-28-2022
I took this dancing video of my wife this August
(2021) working in the back yard on her garden and we laughed about it. Turn the sound on.
Just a few months later she died.
Here is the last picture taken of Cynthia before her death. We
were down in Olympia at a rally and I was on the capitol steps wearing
my needle outfit. She was trying to hold onto me so I would not
tumble down the steps.
Come celebrate
On April 29th, 2022, I buried my sweet wife Cynthia. It was a small affair
with just the family in attendance. Her grave lies next to my plot at Bayview
Cemetary, Bellingham among all the many other Vautiers and O’rouarks
and Jessups. She will be greatly missed. I loved her so.
Cynthia Landon
Vautier
a biography
I never knew much about my own grandmother so I present Cynthia the grandmother.
And here are my memories at two and four years of age. Never let go of life.
So what am I afraid of when I was a little girl? Being alone. So why did I love my mom?
But when I was a baby things were quite different. Lost in a Gully. Here is the baseline for my life.
My sister Chris. When Christmas comes. A Dreaming Life - a poem
We all deal with demons but mine are bad. Helen - a friend. Our future is not yet.
Gone - a poem. On Halloween the witches come. Birds of prey have nests called aerie.
Little tiny kittens. Learning to walk. Those stairs. When mom goes away.
And when mom is missed. They all went to church. On the Bus.
Let's have scrambled eggs. Thanksgiving comes but once a year.
We all can be overwhelmed
How does a little girl think. Alone in the water. So what is it to be weightless?
Letter to G Letters to T here and here. Letters to I here and here.