It is with great sadness that I tell you that Morningstar died early the morning of Thursday 14 May. She died in her sleep at home in her own bed, just as she had wished. She faced death as she had lived her life, full-on, no excuses, always seeking the next adventure. Both of her sons were here the day before she died to say goodbye to her. A great light has gone out of my life.
Right now it is too hard for me to write many words for her, maybe later. My sister Tracy wrote to me with the following thoughts which I trust she will not mind my sharing with you.
"Dear Bob,
I've done a lot of reflecting on Morningstar's intelligence, creativity, adventurous personality and many talents these past 24 hours and continue to be amazed. Her photographs, journals, stitch work, book and articles are a wonderful legacy. She enriched all our lives and encouraged us to think about our world and how we can improve it. She had an eye for the natural beauty surrounding us each and every day. She certainly did not take life for granted and she particularly appreciated every day this past year. I think her happiest years were those spent with you, and I suspect you felt the same about your time with her. It is a tremendous loss for all who knew her."
