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Last call

Singer Amy Winehouse has died.

I do not recall her music, if I ever heard it, it has left my memory. The only voice I do remember is that of media reports of her on-going demise: alcohol, drugs, strung out, passed out, a self-destructing-train-wreck of a young woman, an acute mix of rare talent and a tortured spirit.

Her music will be around to enjoy; her demonstrated need for healing - while heard - was unable to be answered.


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Writer Catherine Johnston of Olympia, Wash., addresses issues facing aging baby boomers and seniors as well as issues of serious illness, death and dying, grief and loss.

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