She loved most of all the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia where she was born. We scattered her ashes there when she passed on...she would have liked and wanted that, but would have insisted we not fuss over her.
When she became ill several years before she died, at 74, and could no longer be the independant woman she had always been, she began to live in her memories. Pulling out old newspaper writeups about herself and the photographs on these pages.
Going back in time, to the years when she was beautiful, sexy, vital, full of life and able to do most anything she wanted, was painful but necessary for her, I think...to validate her life. I miss her very, very much. Bunny was truly a magical person. These pages are a tribute to her spirit! |