Betsy Rothstein friend brought her death news to social media, she said:
Betsy was the most honest person I’ve ever met. She hated lying the way some people hate snakes. She recoiled in horror from lies. She found them repulsive, and the people who told them, contemptible. It sounds funny to say it now, but Betsy went into journalism because she wanted to tell the truth.
A few weeks ago, I went to visit her. She was at her brother Joel’s house, where she’d been living since the hospital sent her home. We both knew it was the last time we’d see each other in this life. We sat in the living room all morning, holding hands, saying prayers, often in silence. Betsy was tired. Her beloved spaniel Whiskey slept in her lap. Just before I left, she lifted her head and looked at me directly. Her eyes were clear. I asked her what she’d been thinking. “Nothing is definite,” she said. You think you know what’s going to happen in life. But you don’t. It’s not up to you.
Betsy Rothstein passed away Sunday among family following a long battle with cancer.