My friend, the hot shot progressive publicist and an all ’round terrific woman, Karen Pomer, was abducted and raped at gunpoint in 1995 by a serial rapist. As she wended her way through the added trauma of identifying the man in a police line up and the subsequent court appearances, she met another of the rapist’s victims, a woman in her 80’s named Helen Finch.
Over time the two talked and found that they were able to understand each other in a way no one else could. Eventually the older and the younger woman became close friends.
Yesterday, Karen wrote the rest of her friends—me among them—to say that Helen had died on Sunday at the age of 94.
Here’s a link to a mini-account of their friendship. It is very much worth reading.
Sometimes one finds family in the unlikeliest of places