Dear and I were married 48 years ago today. Yesterday, a most significant drawing appeared, titled: “Me Bidding Farewell to This Incarnation (with a mouthful of polkadots, of course).” Last Thursday marked the 6th anniversary of Dear’s physical departure. There’s some funny coalition of forces at play, including my physical fragility, punctuated yesterday by my […]
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
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
A recent journal entry So many days since my beloved left the planet I awake in what I feel is the depression of discombobulation, of having a life with too many moving pieces and too few stationary ones to accomplish much in the way of worldly ambition. Then I have a cup of Death Wish
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When I die, if the gods approve, everyone in my address book will receive this note:
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When my beloved and I first became sweethearts nearly a half-century ago, our only piece of art was a poster of hers that read: A friend is someone who leaves you with all your freedom intact, Â but who, by what he thinks of you, obliges you to be fully what you are. ~ J. L’Heureux.
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Among the thousands of stones that have surfaced on the land I tend. I have relatives who are Chinese. Years ago I asked one of them why was it, did he suppose, that the eyes of Chinese people are shaped as they are. What environmental circumstance caused their eyes to adapt in the particular way
Today I enter year 78. Sixteen months and a day after my beloved’s departure. Not three weeks in my new home. Last night I was guided to watch “This is It,” the documentary of the three-month rehearsal of what was to be the capstone tour of Michael Jackson’s career, which of course didn’t occur because
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