Oh no, what will we do without our baby boomer guru, Armen D. Bacon, who enlightens our paths like a flashlight in the dark as we travel our own life journey?
I will miss those Sunday mornings when the front page exhibited a picture of Armen’s curly hair that framed those dark penetrating eyes. They exposed the deepest hurts and yet, revealed joys that she so generously shared.
Seeing that face meant only one thing, that I should brew my coffee as I would soon be greeted then treated to a life snapshot.
We were made privvy to her life in the kitchen, while she baked cookies with grandchildren or cleaned up after a large family Thanksgiving dinner, encouraging one to live to in that moment where crumbs could evoke wonder and meaning. We were with her in spirit when she took exotic flights to Paris or New York or chatted with famous people, and then, of course, the tragedies that reminded us that we can survive.
We will miss Armen, but we know, that she is are not getting off the road but merely taking another one of those proverbial “Ys.”
Beatrice Ayala Valenzuela, Fresno