Friends of Anne Keegan gathered Sunday in the large backyard of the old house on North Paulina Street that she and Leonard Aronson made their home for close to 40 years to say goodbye to her. The sun shone, winds gusted, and rain fell and passed over, a weather offering appropriate to the occasion. Anne — though I realized listening to the speakers that she was “Keegan” to everyone but perhaps the stray great-aunt — died last week, and a strong case can be made that she was what Rick Kogan called her in his Tribune obit, “Arguably the best female reporter/writer in the history of Chicago journalism.”

Fortunately, Keegan got to say a goodbye of her own. Her friend Steve Crews read a poem she wrote last September, when she was far from well, “Taking a Walk.”