My good friend, Debbie Alvarez, Mother to Declan, Wife to Doug, Sister to Rachel, Daughter and Granddaughter, Avocate of children’s authors and illustrators, Fierce Reader of books, Enlightened Keeper of Literature, Adventurous Traveller, Inspiring Leader, Brave Warrior, Human Being Extraordinaire, passed away this week.
I am heartbroken.
The above photo shows Debbie, just minutes after we first met, when she welcomed me to the Bradbury School library in Hong Kong, for Author’s Day in 2012.
The next year, she and her family joined me at Shaolin Temple in China for a week of Kung fu lessons.
Earlier this year, she invited me to stay with her while I was on book tour in Hong Kong.
We had many heart-to-heart talks, the kind you have with a BFF you grew up with. Here we are during our final dinner together, with another wonderful librarian friend that she introduced me to, Tanja Galetti, in the middle. (Photo will be added at a later time.)
We kept in touch through email and by following one another’s blogs and social media posts.
We said we would make plans to have adventures together in the U.S. after they moved back to Oregon.
I promised that I would come see her at Christmas, when I would be visiting my mom in Seattle.
We settled on December 26. In her last email to me, on 12/15/15, she wrote, “So excited about you coming…Many hugs, much love, Debbie.”
The next day, she posted an alarming update on her blog, Life’s Journey, Interrupted, in which she has documented her battle with cancer. For more than two years, she gave readers an unflinching look at what it’s like to fight for her life. The harder the blow, the more courageous she became. She faced the storm and hollered so fiercely that it scared the bejesus out of her tumors. But she never became a full-time patient. She charged full-speed ahead as a mom, librarian, reading advocate, writer, adventurer, and a nurturer of enduring friendships. It was an uncommon bravery, the likes of which I have never seen. I believed in a miracle for her — that she would triumph. She had to. Her Son With the Most Tender Heart will have a mother who beat the odds to see him marry and to hold his children, just because she said so. But now, she said she might have pneumonia.
Pneumonia. It’s not a blow, like chemotherapy. Or a feeding tube. Or even a new tumor. It is Death’s threshold itself. Anyone who’s had it knows. I’ve stared into the airless abyss myself, as a child with asthma. It fills your lungs with liquid, just like that.
The next thing I knew, she was gone.
But she was SO alive, that even today, she managed to post to her blog, The Styling Librarian, which I’ve re-blogged here.
I am sad beyond words. I will not be saying hello to her again, but I will be traveling to Portland after Christmas, to say goodbye.
To paraphrase Wilbur in Charlotte’s Web, it is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good librarian. Debbie was both.
Beautiful tribute. ❤
Reblogged this on startwithsparkles and commented:
Beautiful tribute for my sister Debbie Alvarez. ❤ Thank you Lenore. ❤
My heart aches for the loss of my fellow librarian, Ms. Alvarez. This is a terrible loss. My love and prayers go out to her family and friends. Lenore, thank you for your beautiful, heartfelt words in Debbie’s honor.
Thank you for the beautiful words about our beautiful daughter.,
I never got to meet her but I like to believe we became real friends through Facebook (both publicly and privately) and her blogs. I, too, am heartbroken. Thank you for this beautiful post. I’m so sorry you’ve lost your friend. I can only imagine how wonderful she was IRL. Her courage astounded me. ❤ xox gae
Truly very sorry, Lenore. Will be thinking of you and Debbie and her family and all she has inspired.
Thank you so much for this. You did an amazing job catching her essence.
I remember your visit to Bradbury so well Lenore, Debbie was so excited, you were her first author to visit and your books flew off our shelves. I was also still working with Debbie when you took your trip to the Shaolin Temple and they joy it brought her was irrepressable on her return, thank you for that. She touched so many people, thank you for your words which will reach out to us all and to many who may not have known her then but will know of her now.