Life, Interrupted

I love this simple and not-so-simple poem by Jenna Felice. Jenna was a young editor at Tor Books when she died suddenly from, of all things, a severe asthma attack. Jenna'd had some very hard times growing up; her mother was an invalid fighting for her life. Jenna held the household together until her mother died, and then she raised her younger sister. I only met this funny, smart, talented woman in her last year, and of all the people I met in that daze of a convention, sitting on a bed at a party and talking with her remains bright and cheerful in my memory.

This site is a tribute to Jenna, but her name is not at the end of this poem. So if you share it, and the link, be sure to say Jenna Felice wrote this poem.

I read it several times, during winter.

http://www.jennafelice.org/yearsend.html

I've always thought having the job of recording various people talking about their work, or folktales, or forgotten music or poems, might be an especially cool job. Here's part of my request, thanks to suricattus

http://www.chaoskitty.com/angel/ck_wls.html