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Goodbye, Jor Jor, Maestro of My Heart
Posted on September 23, 2010 by freshwater
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end --
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

Dream maker

Jor Jor is gone.

She had been ill off and on for several weeks with, as it turned out, an amoeba infection of the gills. It was a very complicated parasite — very, very difficult to diagnosis and resistant to every treatment. It wasn't until after her death that I could positively identify the enemy. But I knew Jor Jor was was really sick when she became reluctant to ring her bells and then finally gave up playing music altogether. I tried and tried to fight the infection, but to no avail. Yesterday we lost the battle.

Jor Jor lingered all morning in a semi-conscious state, then fell into a coma in the afternoon. She was peaceful and comfortable in a warm and dark hospital tank. There was, of course, nothing more I could do to save her. All I could do was tell her I loved her and give back to her the gift she has given me so often these past two years — the gift of music. With an ipod stereo next to her watery "bed," I played her favorite music throughout the day, as I watched her slip away. She always loved singers best — Frank Sinatra, Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh of Altan, Jewel, and (as much of the world came to know) Jor Jor's favorite singer, Barbra Streisand. At 4:00, I saw that my darling girl needed my help to let go, and hard as that was, I gave it. She left quickly and gently.

Jor Jor was a revelation to me every day. What she gave from her improbable, musical heart was so surprising, so precious. I will not squander it. Like all great musicians, the world will be hearing more from the amazing Ms. Jor Jor, posthumously.

That's no comfort to me right now. Right now this enormous talent that I loved is just a small, delicate creature that, yesterday, I cradled in my hand, one last time. And oh, how very, very quiet my world seems.

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