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Coming back to Mazatlan, Mexico, but not, as in every other visit, to enjoy, to go to the beach, to relax.

This time to try to make sense of a senseless event – the death of my younger brother Lon Hutchison.

Lon had been living in Mazatlan for about 15 years. His wife Olivia died 5 years ago. He was very close to his stepdaughter, Josefina and to her grandmother Lupita.

One evening, 5th of May 2014, Lon got on his bicycle to run an errand. Lupita and Josefina were in the house. They waited and waited but he didn’t return. Josefina got a phone call that there had been an accident. Lon had been hit by a city bus and killed.

Even though I am here, even though I have spent the past week with Josefina and Lupita trying to do the paperwork related to Lon’s death, I still cannot believe it. I go through each day as if I were living someone else’s life. Here I am – listening to Lupita and Josefina and sharing stories about Lon. But Lon is not here.

We miss you Lon.

Informal altar to Lon, Olivia and Bette Hutchison Silver, July 2014, Mazatlan Mexico

Informal altar to Lon, Olivia and Bette Hutchison Silver, July 2014, Mazatlan Mexico

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27 July 2014

I found this obituary of my mom Bette Hutchison Silver in the Pacific Pearl, the English language monthly magazine in Mazatlan Mexico  www.pacificpearl.com

Bette Silver obit Pacific Pearl June 2011

22 June 2014

 

He is not here

to celebrate

He would have been 59

Over 10 years

younger than me

He did not even live

as long as our father

Dead at 64

I last saw

My brother

at another death

Our mother

Age 89

He called from Mazatlan

on a Saturday

Talking with Mom

that he would be there

in Kansas City

to celebrate her

birthday

March 10th

But she died

March 1st

He missed her dying.

He missed another death

Two years earlier

of his wife Olivia

He was in Kansas City

with our mother

Olivia died in Mazatlan

He lost the two people

Closest to him

But was not there

when they died.

I am not there

I am not in Mazatlan

I did not see him dead

I read the notice in

the Mexican paper

Hit by a bus

his name misspelled

So I can say

He is dead

But I cannot yet

believe it.

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

Third in a series of Memories of Lon Hutchison from his facebook page.

My brother, Lon Hutchison was hit by a bus and killed on 5 May 2014 while riding his bike in Mazatlan Mexico, where he had lived for several years.

Reposted with permission from the author

by Pamela Hutchison Collett

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Heidi Kelso posted to facebook

May 9 2014 near New York, NY ·

I just heard the news. I worked with Lon in the 90’s in New York City at The Academy Theater and because of facebook we were able to reconnect. I have so many memories of him making jokes, smiling and always being a positive person to be around.

In the last year or two since we reconnected I started a side business and he would like all my photos from my travels. Although it sounds like a small thing it showed that he was still the same kind and supportive person I remember.

This is so horribly tragic and I am sending thoughts and prayers to Lon’s family and loved ones. RIP Lon.

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver's life, March 2011

Lon Hutchison at the celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver’s life  March 2011  Kansas City, Missouri, USA

 

By Jim Horton, a friend of Lon Hutchison, my younger brother, who was hit by a bus, while riding his bicycle and killed in Mazatlan Mexico on 5 May 2014

Flashback Friday, late 1980s, just east of Ward Parkway near 63rd Street in Kansas City Missouri

A story for Lon:

Lon’s Mom lived in a large old solid house on an oak lined sleepy street in a neighborhood of older folks in Kansas City.

Telling Mrs.Hutchison we were going out to light a sparkler for New Year’s Eve we slid into the night. To avoid capture, we quietly with great stealth lugged rolls of firecrackers to the end of the block. Down the center of the street the rolls were unfurled and laid end to end to the end of the block.

Quietly and giddy with excitement through the pen light’s beam we watched the second hand sweep to 12 midnight. With the striking of a kitchen match the string exploded into sudden violent flaming explosions of light and color.

Sulfur scented smoke soon filled the air, hanging like low lying clouds illuminated by lightning.The booming explosions burst like strobe lights as the string slowly yet deliberately made its way down the foggy street.

Minutes later, as soon as quiet darkness returned, up and down both sides came a clapping whistling roar of approval from the walkers and hunched over robes shuffling about the porches, rickety frames silhouetted against their windows.

And leading the cheer was Lon and his Mom. She later told me the neighbors had not had that much excitement in years.

This Flashback Friday is for you Lon. Now together with your Mom and wife, Olivia. Home at last. The ending of sorrow.

 

Lon Hutchison with friends Steve and Tina Boyd, Kansas City, 2011

Lon Hutchison with friends Steve and Tina Boyd, Kansas City, 2011

 

Clothes on the line Nairobi april 2014

Clothes on the line Nairobi April 2014

Washing clothes by hand

Hanging them out

behind the apartment

in Nairobi.

One by one

Black pants

bought with my mom

at Macy’s

Prairie Village Kansas

Near her home

in Brookside

Kansas City

Missouri.

How much longer will

the pants last?

My mom died March 2011.

The yellow towel

most recent purchase

Nakumatt

Prestige Plaza

Nairobi, Kenya.

Striped socks

also bought with my mom

Underwear

Big W

Woden Plaza

Canberra Australia.

Reminded of people

and places

Clothes hanging on the line.

March…

What is the old saying in the northern hemisphere?

In like a lion out like a lamb?

Sounds like something my mom would say

But she’s not around

1 March  2011 she passed away

Gave my son Nathan

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

and I a look that we chose to mean

She knew we were there

She knew she was leaving

She closed her eyes

And she was gone.

March 8 International Women’s Day

March 10 my mom’s birthday

Tomorrow she would have been 92

 

Bette Silver Memorial Wind Sculpture

            Wind sculpture memorial to Bette Hutchison Silver                                                             in Kansas City Missouri, USA

 

19 Feb 2014   Nairobi, Kenya

Celebrated my birthday in Nairobi with my son Nathan and his girl friend,

outdoor dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant.

You would have liked all my gifts,

Natural wood carving with small bird Hand made in Nairobi

Natural wood carving with small bird Hand made in Nairobi

Wooden bird carving, natural wood

Wooden bird carving, natural wood

Bag made out of recycled plastic bags

Bag made out of recycled plastic bags

Birthday card of recycled paper and cloth

Birthday card of recycled paper and cloth

Small zipper bag made of recycled plastic bags

Small zipper bag made of recycled plastic bags

Mom–local arts and crafts and

recycled bags.

Wish you could be here, Mom.

Miss you.

Bette Silver, Botanical Gardens, San Francisco, California

Bette Silver, Botanical Gardens, San Francisco, California

Why do I have

all of the dead

on the desktop

of my computer?

My mother

Hsiao Li

Tausi

Claudio

Angel

Do I think

I will forget them

if I don’t see them

every day?

Did I see them

every day

when they were alive?

Did I even think of

them every day

when they were alive?

So why now

trying to remind

myself

of the dead

memento mori

of my own mortality

And the living

my sons

my partner

my self.

Portrait of Bette Hutchison Silver 2010

Portrait of Bette Hutchison Silver 2010

Hsiao Li Lindsay, my mother-in-law

Hsiao Li Lindsay, my mother-in-law

Pamela, Angel, Margaret (his wife) in their kitchen in the Mission District, San Francisco, California , probably sometime in 2000
Pamela, Angel, Margaret

Claudio

Claudio

Nasra (left) Tausi (right)

Nasra (left) Tausi (right)

My Mother’s Room

Mom's room 0215 web

Walking past

every day

thinking of her

looking into the small

bedroom

What else does she need

to feel comfortable?

To feel at home

here in Venezuela

in our apartment

by the sea.

When we were

thinking the impossible

in Nairobi, Kenya

looking at faxed

floor plans

of  a non existent building

on the beach

in Venezuela

My mom was the one

who advised

get three bedrooms

so there will be one for me.

We did.

Her bedroom is here.

But she is not.

We miss you Bette.

Wish you were here.

Bette Hutchison Silver, Residencias Emerald Suites,  Tucacas, Venezuela, under constuction, early 2000

Bette Hutchison Silver, Residencias Emerald Suites, Tucacas, Venezuela, under constuction, early 2000

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