My Friend Kay Died on Christmas Day. She was 92.

She was a student in my class at Manhattanville College where she

got her third Masters Degree.  Kay went back

to school when she retired.   A writer she always

had a job president of her Vassar College class long ago seven

children so many grandchildren great grandchildren she loved

her husband Mike a doctor her parents didn’t want her

to marry Mike he was Catholic she was Protestant his parents

weren’t crazy about her either.  She and Mike were more than happy.

They lived in Greenwich in a big full house children and books and people

in and out and the life she wanted.  Always her

life even in the end when she came into town once a month to

meet me for lunch at the New York Historical Society she liked the lunch

handsome waiter she drank Arnold Palmers ate dessert

Kay called every Wednesday morning at 8:30 today is Wednesday

we would talk about our weeks at 92 Kay still had weeks to discuss

rich weeks she read books every single day when I can’t read any more

I don’t want to be here Kay said in November when she was having problems

reading and George who took perfect care of Kay after he’d taken

care of Mike George said she died just the way she wanted, smiling.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. Dear Esther,
    Loved reading this obit to Kay, what a life, beautiful writing!
    Happy New Year Esther and look forward to seeing you in early Jan

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