A few observations:
Resurrecting these memories reminded me of just how often people really do deliver for each other with no expectation that their effort be rewarded. It gave me hope and the incentive to try to do the same.
I’m not a bucket list person. Most people don’t have that luxury. It is a privilege to enjoy the rewarding cycle of being curious, trying something new, failing a bit and succeeding. I still want to try hard things and to finish what I’ve started. Between about six-teen and fifty-five years old the “hard things” and the “had to” was a way of life. Now it is a choice. It never want to stop taking risks and trying.
I love the breaking of a glass at the celebratory end of a Jewish wedding… representative of life’s fragility and the reminder to us all to commit to pick up life’s pieces and try to create good. So, I conclude on a sobering story because life is messy and our world is a mess. Creating the chance to say thank you is my way of picking up a few pieces of broken glass.
Finally, when did we stop putting a space between sentences? There are some things I’m just incapable of evolving.
2008: Dear Cousin Gilly, Ann, you might be a lovely person, but…
Dear Cousin Gilly,
I have thought about writing this letter for years and have found it very difficult to find the words. Our brief and emotional meeting was a very important moment in my life. Please know I share these words from a place of respect, peace and gratitude.
2008: Dear Irving and Toby Rosenblum, A link to a generation I never had the chance to meet
Dear Irving and Toby Rosenblum,
I have no idea how Ken’s parents would have felt about our marriage and blending of our families. I so regret that both had passed long before all of you came into my life. Today, I regret that Irving has since passed before I got around to sharing this letter.