Mary Oliver has passed

I am saddened by Mary Oliver's death.  Everyone dies.  Given her age, I should not be surprised.  But I am.  Mary Oliver's poetry, her piercing essays, and her inspring thoughts on creativity and the artist, made the spinning uncertainty of this universe something at which to marvel.  Our world and all its messiness is to be cherished and embraced.  I feel like I have lost a friend--one whom I never met.