Author who documented old love, dies young

A few weeks ago, I passed along a wonderful article from WBUR’s Cognoscenti blog about elderly people finding new love.

At age 102, Marcia Deihl’s mom had fallen in love with a 91-year-old man at their nursing home.

She had spent a week with her mom in January, celebrating her birthday, and watching romance.

“It’s a different sort of love that I see,” she wrote. “So pure, so down-to-the-essence, so dear. It’s what they are, not what they do. It’s eros, not agape.”

Three days after the birthday, and after Marcia had written and submitted her post, her mother died.

And here’s today’s “life is not fair” moment.

Marcia was struck by a truck while riding her bicycle yesterday. She was killed.

She was only 65.

Regrettably, as is often the case in these instances, the online world couldn’t pause the drivers vs. bicyclists debate long enough to mourn her passing.

  • Jim G

    Tragic… Every time I ride my bicycle, my risk of sudden death rises greatly. Ironically, I ride to improve my health so I can live an active life into my later years.

  • Matthew Becker

    It’s a debate for another day, but online news sources should really turn off comment sections on stories where a death is involved.

    Update: I am referencing “hard” news stories like the one Bob linked to above. Not blogs and such like Newscut, where discussion is part of the story.

  • colleenclark

    I didn’t know Marcia but I do live in the same neighborhood. Her death is a tragedy for all who knew her and a community meal is being organized in her memory.
    That being said, it IS appropriate to wonder how this fatal collision happened on the first warm day in several weeks in the afternoon with the sun shining and the snow mounds melting. The street where the accident happened, at the exit from the parking lot of Whole Foods, does not have fast traffic – just one lane in either direction through a mostly residential neighborhood. So either the driver or the cyclist or perhaps both, were not attentive enough. We have lots of cyclists. Those of us who walk and sometimes drive are mindful of the hazards on our local streets. Sometimes the bicyclists are a hazard to pedestrians, sometimes the other way around, and motorized vehicles can’t stop on the proverbial dime. It is always to raise the question of how to share the streets in the safest ways for everyone.

    • lindagramatkysmith

      Thanks, Colleen, for giving me a snapshot of what the street was like, because I don’t live up in MA. And the first priority, as Bob Collins mentioned, is that I am grieving the loss of Marcia so much.

  • Allan Pickman

    This hits me on a bunch of different levels. I am 66 & just lost my father a month short of his 99th birthday. We both bicycled a fair bit in our youth. The media tend to twist things sometimes. I remember being shocked at an NPR report (perhaps a BBC rebroadcast) that described a Afghan man as an elderly man, 55 years old. This report talks of a 65 year old dying young. Now that I’m retired, I’m thinking of getting back into bicycling. Youth and age are all relative, and love is always possible.