This is Johnny the Bard with some very sad news. Our beloved Jane the Scribe has lost her battle with cancer. Jane passed through the veil on Wednesday, February 24, in the early evening. All of us here at the Eye of Horus are experiencing some very heavy emotions.
Jane was one of the founders and owners of the Eye. It is thanks to her foundational efforts and tireless devotion to the store and its customers that the Eye is where it is today. The amount of hard work she put in is immeasurable, and it is felt in every shelf and floorboard. The very air in the Eye carries her energy.
Jane was both an artist and a warrior. She was passionate about her beliefs and her goals, and she never stopped fighting for what she thought was right. Even when she was diagnosed with cancer, she didn’t stop. She continued forward with determination and devotion. There’s a reason her Facebook support group was called Jane the Amazon.
On a personal note, I met Jane almost 10 years ago when I started working here at the Eye. It took us a while to become compatible, as we both have very strong personalities. But over the years I came to see both the Eye of Horus and Jane as family, and I’m very glad I was blessed and honored with the chance to know her.
Jane’s light was strong and bright, burning like no other. It is impossible to state how deep her loss cuts for many of us. Her passion, her humor, her willingness to fight and work for the good of others are all things that are already missed. There is a Jane-shaped hole in the universe right now.
But I know that Jane would not want us to focus on her loss but instead on how she touched and brightened our lives. She would want us to forge ahead, inspired by her spirit. That’s what I intend to do. Jane provided so many of us with opportunities, wisdom, and warmth, and I for one think a fitting dedication would be to help provide the same for others.
It might sound odd, but when I experience a loss, I remember a quote from Tasha Yar on Star Trek: The Next Generation: “Death is that state in which one exists only in the memory of others, which is why it is not an end. No goodbyes. Just good memories.”
Good memories, Jane. And as she was fond of saying…
Blessed Be, Namaste, and All That Jazz