Tomorrow is the second anniversary of Molly Ivins’ passing.
I miss Molly, but I don’t miss her more on that particular day, because it wasn’t among her best days. Those better days were when she was raising hell.
I particularly miss Molly on days when I wake up on what used to be her property in Big Bend, walk outside with my first cup of coffee, and watch the morning light dance across the mountains as the day begins. She loved that spot. It’s during those moments that I think of her, and think of how many well-deserved feet have not been held to well-heated fires since she’s left us.
But when she left, she left us something – the feeling that we could all, each, make a difference. A big difference. Maybe the difference. In fact, the sort of difference she might have envisioned us making is…the kind of difference we just made. And at that, she probably would have merely called it “a hell of a good start.”
And in that light, Molly Ivins continues to change the world.
Also see the Texas Observer blog for more on the second anniversary of Molly’s passing.