September 30, 2019-
Had Penny stayed on this Earthly plane, she would have turned 65, today. There was not a day that went by, until her voice gave out, that she didn’t sing of one thing or another. Her voice was easily among the most pleasant sounds I could ever have heard. It was very often infused with praise for the Divine, making its tones that much more salubrious.
She never stopped seeking a means to improve health-her own and that of everyone she loved. It is largely her legacy that has led me to use essential oils and hemp-based CBD, which were either little known or not marketed during her long years of suffering. I can at least help maintain my own wellness and those in my widening circle who are ill. That would comfort her.
She was always her own person. Years ago, I was screamed at, for having used the term, “my Penny”, in a random post. The angry correspondent, who was not known to me beforehand, was crusading against “people thinking they own one another.” Despite that over-the-top assessment, I never regarded Penny as being somehow under my thumb. She stood her ground, right up until her last breath, and never hesitated to speak truth to power- doctors, hospital administrators, insurance executives, school principals, Senator Barry Goldwater, even her parents. The woman was fierce.
Her ferocity was based on love. No one who caught her wrath really believed her to be a noxious presence. With a few narcissistic exceptions, friend and foe alike appreciated just how much Penny Kay Fellman Boivin was devoted to the well-being of humanity. That love served to heal one of the most psychologically ill people she ever knew: myself. So, here I am, still able to carry on her work, along with my own.
The spirit, the genderless essence, watches over me still, and lends strength to doing all that remains to be accomplished.