Hours before Mary S. Alton died following complications with emphysema, her son, Joseph, bent by the hospital bed. His brothers, Adam and Charlie, making the journey from Portland, had just arrived, he said, squeezing her hand.
"Great," the 71-year-old replied with a wry smile. "You guys can clean the garage."
The Minneapolis native — who paved a career as an attorney, mediator and teacher and built a reputation as someone who told "edgy dad jokes," grilled a mean rib eye and navigated complex problems with ease — would be going out with a bang, to the surprise of no one.
"She was fierce in everything she did," said Joseph, a freelance journalist who formerly ran the Growler magazine. "She was so good at life."
And unapologetic in its pursuit, according to her loved ones.
She relished simple pleasures, like sitting on the dock at her beloved lake home in Alexandria, cleaning the fish her sons caught and listening for her favorite cacophony of sounds: waves lapping, loons calling, trains whistling and the patter of rain. Perhaps from years of scraping by as a single parent, she also derived great satisfaction from finding a deal. She often scoured several stores to find the best-priced toilet paper. She'd talk the neighborhood lawn-cutter into taking half his rate — and then invite him in for a vodka when he was done mowing.
But Alton, recognized by many for her "superior intellect," had limitless enthusiasm for challenging herself, too, Joseph said.
After graduating from Morris High School and marrying at 19, she began "collecting degrees," first earning a bachelor of science from the University of Minnesota, then, after her first husband died, a master's from the University of St. Thomas and juris doctor from Hamline Law School. Alton remarried and, with three kids in tow, started a mediation business — realizing early that she'd rather help people avoid conflict than litigate it. Her sharp mind and keen insight made her a sounding board to those around her, said Karen Irvin, a longtime friend.