May 3, 2008 – This is the last photo I took of Izzy and Helen. I’m also reprinting
her favorite verse of the poem she loved so much, “The Song of Wandering
Aengus,” by Yeats. She always recited the last two lines with me, and always smiled when she said them.

 “Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.”

   Helen was all about love, I think. She loved Warren as few people are loved, and she loved their life together – her family, their travels, the home they restored, and right up there, she loved her garden and spent every possible second she could working in it. And she loved dogs in general, and Izzy in particular.
 Okay, Helen, you win. Dogs have souls and will be waiting for you in heaven, and Warren will be there in his own time.
  Helen was easy to love.
  We loved her back, and were grateful for the chance to help her die well.