My youngest sister, Kathy Potter, suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage early Friday morning, and passed away Sunday, January 6, surrounded by family and many friends. Kathy was an amazing sister, mother, wife and daughter. Generous, caring, funny, extremely wise and immensely gifted, Kathy was the embodiment of our Dad’s humility and our Mom’s gentleness. She was the youngest of the six Hackett children, and the first to be reunited with our parents in Heaven. Kathy understood me like nobody else ever will, and she takes with her the million little in-jokes we had, as well as our shared hatred of poor font choices.
Kathy also shared my love/hate relationship with Funky Winkerbean. She returned to college later in life, majoring in Creative Writing and graduating summa cum laude from New Jersey City University in 2010. She helped form a poetry circle, and mentored, influenced and inspired many younger writers. I would be immensely flattered whenever she’d tell me she read one of my posts, and I wrote and edited SoSF always with the thought that she might be reading and secretly, gently critiquing.
Kathy’s generosity extends even beyond her time here with us, as the gift of her organs will improve and perhaps even save an untold number of lives. I ask that you keep Kathy, her husband Rae, her children Alannah and Garvey, and our extended family in your thoughts and prayers; consider being an organ donor; and most importantly, always be mindful that our time here is much, much too short. Thank you all for your well-wishes.
“Increasingly painful” is a pretty apt description of this week’s arc. Crazy Harry 
Son of Stuck Funky 