Magdalena Ribbing, Queen of Proper Manners & Etiquette, ever ready to make the understanding of these available to anyone prepared to listen, and a terribly bright and humourous woman, standing by the banner of common decency, has died.
Towards her last days, she remained a thoughtful and honourable brand of socialite, and while she always campaigned for etiquette, it always remained based on simple grounds that everyone ought to aspire towards; gentleness, kindness, thoughtfullnes. Tradition and pride is important, but never on the expense of someone else's feelings and composure.
There is more to good behaviour than (bloody buggery) fish cuttlery. Go with God, and thank you for all the times you have made that loud and clear.
She died, according to current knowledge, in the aftermath of misadventure while preparing a luncheon for close friends. Dying in the pursuit of what one lived with, lived for, is not the most terrible death one can ask for, I must say.
It was... Well, quite unexpected. I knew, of course, that she would not live forever. Nonetheless, the urgency of her death was quite unexpected. I cannot state that her death feels entirely like one amongst the family (we have had quite enough of those lately, Lord, kindly keep that in mind as you draw your schedules), but certainly close and personal, considering that we rallied 'round the same banner, as it were. She has been a fixture, of sorts. A constant, that I have always admired, someone that has made it clear that civil and gentle life is possible and preferable, now in the 21st century as it was in the 18th century as it was in the 7th and will be in the 36th so forth. It is, and will always be, about attitudes.
I shall confess. I am hit by this, to the degree that I share it on-line, for it is rather like as if Grandmother have died twice, truth be told. Providence is rather cruel at the moment.
[Information:
Magdalena Ribbing was a Swedish noblewoman, authoress and journalist. She was an educated authority in questions and matters of etiquette and behaviour, and respected in those fields. She was also involved in radio, and was a skilled lecture.
She was born on the 30th of July 1940, and died on the 29th of September 2017.]
Yes, it is almost as if Hyancith Bucket (but more agreeable in every way) has died. To make it more relatable at a glance.