My Beloved Friend Abby Died Today

After the long and tedious four-year cycle of conception, gestation, growth, and birth, my

Co-Authors, Geradine Simkins & Abby J. Kinne

first book—Into These Hands, Wisdom From Midwiveswas finally published in Spring 2011.  As it turned out, the first people to see it in print were the Board of Directors of the Midwives Alliance. Our spring board meeting was held in Ohio at the gorgeous handmade dream home of Abby J. Kinne, one of the co-authors in my book, and a former MANA board member.

Abby and I had served on the MANA board for many years together in a variety of capacities, most recently when she was 1st Vice President, Diane Holzer was President, and I was 2nd Vice President. We were a dynamic trio with very different personalities and skill sets that blended to make a rather lively and effective leadership team for MANA.  Among the many things we did together was to create the framework for the Division of Research, authoring the first draft of the document that described the structure and function of the MANA DOR so that the Division could get up and running.

Coming Out Party at Abby's House At the 2011 spring board meeting we had a “Coming Out Party” for my book. One of our board members, Adrian Feldhusen, made chocolate covered strawberries, somebody had chilled bottles of Champagne, and board members clambered to get signatures of the four co-authors who were present —Abby Kinne, Jennie Joseph,

Co-Authors, Jennie, Gera, Abby & Linda

Linda McHale and me (Geradine Simkins.)  It was one of the most exciting, emotional, proud, humbling, and amazing moments of my life. Abby was a gracious host, sharing her home, land, pond, and sanctuary with the MANA board.

Abby willingly accepted my invitation to be one of the co-authors for my book. But somewhere between her acceptance and her commitment to write her memoir, her beloved firstborn son, Rick, was killed in a motorcycle accident. As you would expect—Abby did not feel that she could go on. She was in a deep depression and could not function well much less write a memoir. I encouraged, cajoled, and begged her to write. I said that her living children deserved to hear her story, to have her legacy, in her own words. Reluctantly, Abby agreed.  And what happened is that Abby wrote, and wrote, and wrote. It was cathartic. She told her story; the story of her loved ones, and included photos of her family throughout. In the end Abby thanked me for pushing her because writing her story was one of the most therapeutic things she could have done. Each time she included a piece about Rick in her memoir she released a piece of her grief and replaced it with celebration of Rick’s life. Here is a sketch that illustrates this point.

On one occasion, our oldest son, Rick demonstrated to us just how deeply affected he had been by having a midwife for a mother. He was sixteen at the time, and we had been living in a barn with an open floor plan. I taught childbirth education classes there each week. There were no walls in the barn, and the children had to retreat to their rooms in the loft to quietly read or play so I could teach class. On this occasion I had been at a birth that day, but the baby had been born, so I called home to ask Rick to tell my students that I would be late. I suggested that he show them a birth video while waiting for me to arrive. When I arrived home, I discovered Rick teaching my class, using my outline! He told me he had heard me teach it so many times from his bed in the loft that he knew it all by heart. He even asked one of the women if he could palpate her baby. Now, how many teenage boys would have done that?

Today my friend Abby died in her sleep. She had been at her midwifery office last night

Abby J.Kinne, Midwife, Mother, Wife, Grandmother, Friend

working with her colleagues.  She appeared healthy and no one suspected anything odd. In the morning, today, her husband Fred discovered that she was gone—passed on to the Other Side.

I share this story to honor my esteemed colleague and beloved friend, and to celebrate a small piece of her extraordinary and rich life. Abby, dear one, travel well and safely into the Next World. Ashe.

14 thoughts on “My Beloved Friend Abby Died Today

  1. Miss Gera, Thank you for sharing your story and honoring our beloved friend and sister midwife!
    Love, Kelley

  2. I was so sad to hear of Abby’s passing. She helped deliver my grandson over 5 years ago, and she delivered my son a little over 34 years ago, the year CHOICE was started. She was a very special lady, and will be missed by many.

  3. Oh Gera…I’m so SAD…so SHOCKED actually. I just saw Abby at MANA and she looked terrific! She looked mischevious and sparkly..and a little bit naughty. How can this be?!? oh dear.
    My heart is with her family.
    Love, Carol

  4. Thank you for posting this . . . Rev. Kinne was our Pastor in West Jeff for years . . . Abby was a true blessing and will be missed by all! I am sooo sad!

  5. Thanks for this tribute, Gera. Abby was one of the most incredible women I’ve ever known, yet one of the most unassuming too. About 10 or 15 years ago, Abby told me she didn’t think she would live a very long life. She couldn’t say exactly why (though she had had some health issues in the past), but it seemed like she accepted this as fact. I never wanted to believe it, but I guess she just knew. I didn’t see her nearly often enough in the past few years, but I sure am going to miss her a whole hell of a lot.

  6. Yes, Abby knew that longevity wouldn’t be hers… she has been relentlessly busy giving of herself and changing the birth culture to honor mothers, babies and families. She never missed an opportunity to tell me that she loved me and I know that her support, caring and encouragement was extended to so many. I carry forth so many pieces of her in my heart and hands. Thank you, Gera, for writing this beautiful truth about such a loved friend.

  7. Abby leaves a legacy of wisdom, empowerment, and love. She deeply touched my life, as my midwife, and my friend. Thank you, all, for dedicating yourselves to this honorable profession.

  8. Abby delivered our Allie 25 years ago. Allie was a V-bac, arriving 3 years after her sister, Laura, was born C-sec. We were at OSU hospital, and Abby, Anne Kulina, and my husband Tom were a wonderful support team, and together we created a wonderful experience and forever memory. My doctor, Bill Copeland, Jr., kept poking his head into the birthing room and saying, “It doesn’t look like you need me. Whatever you women have, you should bottle it and sell it!” He was very supportive, and I think he learned something that day. He passed on a few years ago of pancreatic cancer. I was so sad to learn of Abby’s passing when a friend (expecting, and using CHOICE) told me of it yesterday. My heart goes out to her family. What an amazing woman, and what a legacy she leaves.

  9. Days later the reality of Abby’s passing is still so hard to grasp. She was our midwife for both of our births, the most recent 8 months ago. I was just emailing with her the past few months getting some advice which she always gave so willingly with much thought and compassion. I am just one mom she touched, I can’t imagine the hurt her family and close colleagues and friends must be feeling. Thank you for your healing words.

  10. Words cannot express the love I have for Abby and all she has done for women and babies over the past…HOW MANY???…years. She will live on in all the babies she has birthed, the midwives she has taught. Jan Davis Collins

  11. I did not know your friend, Abby, but I’m so sad that you all have lost a wonderful mentor and example of strength and courage. Writing about her son that she lost must have been a part of the joutney to her new home. She is in a happy place now. No more pain.

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