I always say these letters are short summaries, yet they are never short, nor do they sufficiently summarize.
Still, I shall try again.
Yesterday (Friday the 28th) was a full day. Carol deposited me at Patrick’s apartment just as the clock rolled over to this milestone on the calendar, but I didn’t get to sleep until after 3 AM. Some delays were routine – dig through my bags for the morning clothes, shower to scrub off the travel grime, answer text and e-mail messages, decide where to sleep – but other delays were less expected. Continue reading “Friday and Saturday Update”
Letter to Ivonne on 24 April 2017, posted with her permission:
We all miss Patrick and I know that you miss him very much too. Fortunately we all still have each other. You are especially lucky because you also have your daughter. Her love for you is different, but just as special, just as wonderful, and just as deserving of nourishment.
Life is like a tree: we occasionally lose branches, some young, some old, but together all the other branches grow over time to fill in the space left behind, each one shaped a little differently because of the gap they filled. However, we have to remember to care for the tree, the remaining branches, so that we all can thrive. Continue reading “Life Is Like a Tree”
My sister Jennifer Meador wrote a lovely poem called My Father’s Voice which we read at the Spanish memorial service. However, she has now blocked her web site so that you can no longer access it. Fortunately, it was included in the memorial program so you can find it there if you wish.