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Jane had not experienced a close death since her grandfather Virgil Blevins died in 1962, and she had not even been particularly close to him. Jane did not know how to react to the death of someone she loved as deeply as Ken Krippene. She later wrote, “[W]hen Ken died in the hospital in Miami, I walked out without even going back to the room where he lay. I deliberately stalked out of the hospital, got in a taxi and went home, after making the arrangements for cremation, etc.”1 Perhaps she went into shock from the overwhelming grief that she could not mentally process. |
