When I die, an email from my address announcing the event, and a short statement of my two-cents about it, including my profound gratitude for everyone whose path I have crossed, even for a second, will be sent to all those on a list I’m compiling. I’ll be amused to discover the complete message, which […]
Penned in my journal this Christmas morning: In the night, I would have been as unsurprised as I can imagine if I were to leave my body. Which is to say death was in the building. Not necessarily to announce “Your table’s ready,” as Robin Williams put it, but for some other reason under the
The upheavals of the past five years, none of which need further explanation here, complemented by the actuarial implications of life’s 9th decade, add a certain sense of wonder to the ever-present mix of considerations of worldly-world existence, a sense encapsulated in the question: “Are you ready to give up your body?” My answer is
Four years ago this morning, my beloved surrendered her physical being to God. The common refrain, “losing Dear,” while understandable, is far from my experience, despite its imprint on my tender human heart.
27 June 2023: My friend and yardman for 20 years, Jim, died yesterday morning in hospice care where he’d been for a couple of weeks. He was 85 or thereabouts. We created a lot of beauty on a Vermont mountainside, and never had a cross word.
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This photo is of where, three years ago today, Dear, my beloved, ended her physical presence in the incarnation we shared for 45 years. A fuller story, should you wish one, can be revealed through a few of my essays from that time. This one is solely about my sense of things today, what
When I die, if the gods approve, everyone in my address book will receive this note:
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The plan is to publish a collection of stuff titled We’re All Going to Heaven Whether We Like It or Not. A recent letter is a candidate.
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