For years I have wondered, “What will we be without Margaret?”
We wanted her to live forever because she was essential to defining this community. Margaret was our ancient woman of wisdom, our fiery prophet of vegetarianism, our one true mystic, our merry prankster, our teacher of color, our passionate and gifted poet, our living bridge to pre-Holocaust Europe.
And while she got older and older and older, she never became anything less than vibrantly alive. Something within us imagined that Margaret might find a way to outfox the angel of death. But Margaret herself suffered no such delusions, and she thought and wrote and spoke about death often, with curiosity, with warmth, and with optimism.