Among the tour group that went to Egypt in February and March of 2017 was an lively artist named Mimi. I well remember spending a couple of hours with her in the proximity of the Sphinx, (everyone else on the tour having gone off to see something that she and I decided was of less interest than hanging out with that globally recognized symbol.) I don’t remember what we talked about, but I remember the afternoon.
I said she was an artist. About half our two-week trip centered on a boat, which was towed up the Nile from Luxor to Aswan. Every day, Mimi would spend a certain amount of time dashing out watercolors of whatever was in sight. At the end of the trip, she invited us to each pick one. I picked one of Luxor from the far side of the Nile, and it resides in my workroom, near my desk.
A friend of Mimi’s who reads this blog sent me her obit, which gives a glimpse of what must have been a very interesting life.
My old friend Ed Carter’s family had a tradition, when someone died. They’d raise a toast to the departed, and all would say “Bon Voyage.” I like the idea, and have used it myself. Bon Voyage, Mimi! I can’t help wonder what you’ll be getting into.