Susan Babbitt

Written by the Scribner

February 18, 2022

Susan Babbitt, Professor. Photo credit: unknown.

I knew you talked about it, but I didn’t believe or quite know. I mean you never know who is who, but I am fascinated to be talking to you. I am quite excited about it. I hope you are well.

Illness was hard. It came in phases, and then it looked like it was gone, but only to return. It receded and I struggled to come to terms (sense) with the illness and I wanted to explore the breadth (breath) and depth of life.

Illness was really hard for me to take, and I did not understand why me. I lived well alone or survived, and I felt I could have brought more people into the space instead of going at it alone in the struggle. Even though I had people around me, it was a journey and only you could walk it, and so I did.

Azuka, I am so proud of you. I did not know the extent of your work in this area. Your light is beautiful and it wants to connect to others. You should read these as diaries on Youtube or any platform of your choice.

Death feels like a breath of fresh air, with no struggle, no gasping, and no fear. It feels like it does and it is all okay.

I am tickled.

I saw her wearing light white with orange jump shorts and a full head of red hair (parted in the middle and full) and no inhibition, just singing, dancing, and twirling.

I just wanted to let everyone know that they don’t need to worry about me. I am around but just in a different dimension. I want them to know that it is all okay and I am appreciative of the work that everyone did for me and on my behalf, and I want to tell them.

Sometimes, I am not sentimental about such things but I am in a better place, having conversations, traveling the galaxy, and just being Susan with no care in the world or space, and to say that I am okay and I love you all for your care.