Anthropology was the science that gave her the platform from which she surveyed, scolded and beamed at the world.
She was a patron saint of the peripheral.
Parents, however old they and we may grow to be, serve among other things to shield us from a sense of our doom. As long as they are around, we can avoid the fact of our mortality; we can still be innocent children.
I have come to esteem history as a component of friendships. In my case at least friendships are not igneous but sedimentary.
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
