Jill Babcock

August 31, 1930 – January 10, 2019

Jill Babcock was a resident of Patagonia for many years. Originally from England, Jill also lived a number of years in Canada before returning to England where she lived until the early ‘90s. She was running her home as a Bed ‘n Breakfast in St. Ives, Cornwall, when love and adventure came knocking at her door in the guise of a Bisbee man.

Jill followed him to Arizona where they were married. Although their marriage did not last, her love affair with Arizona continued to the end. Her 26 years in Patagonia were her happiest and most creative. Here she explored her gifts as a painter and a poet, took great pleasure participating in local theater productions, and made many enduring friendships.

Jill is survived by her children Gail Clarke and Nigel Hart, her grandchildren Julia and Danielle Clarke and Samara Hart, her great grandchild Juliette Donaldson and by her sister Diana Zambonelli.

By Jill Hart Babcock

Don’t be afraid of death, my friend,
It’s a beginning, not an end.

Ask the glorious dragonfly
Whether he was afraid to die,
To leave the empty shell behind,
Emerging, trembling, there to find
His wings of iridescent light

Unfolding, shimmering into flight.
So shall we live, unhampered, free,
To dance with the sunlight, flow with
the sea,

Soar with the eagle, swoop with the
Play with the dolphin, embodied in love.
No, don’t be afraid of death, my friend,
It’s a beginning, not an end