Tag Archives: death

when i was here.

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           I wondered whether I should start this toast by saying, “When I was here in 1776…”
           – Speech at the British ambassador’s residence in Washington, 2007

During the queen’s trip to the United States in 2007, President George W. Bush stumbled over his lines at the welcome ceremony, accidentally stating that Elizabeth had helped celebrate the U.S. bicentennial in 1776, rather than 1976 — adding 200 years to her age. At a later speech, attended by Bush, the queen playfully teased the President, provoking much laughter from him and the assembled dignitaries.

1926-2022

art credit: eleanor tomlinson

into the wild.

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 a kind tribute

to my little himilayan irish kitty

yeti kennedy

from my compassionate vet’s office

in a perfect circle  

he

appeared from the wild

returned to the wild.

“trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.”

― karen joy fowler 

the art of living.

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 the littlest yeti

the bravest warrior

the sweetest brother to olive

 lived with a disease he valiantly fought

 made it to his first birthday

 filled with crazy fun and sass

left the earth as suddenly as he appeared

as yetis sometimes do. 

“all the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”

~ havelock ellis

memoir.

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the kinder wondered what happened to the big, old tree they used to play under

it was a good tree

we sat under it when it was hot in the sun and its shade kept us cool

we collected pretty leaves that floated down from it in the fall

it was on a hill and we ran by it in the winter when we were playing in the snow

pieces of it had been falling off for a very long time

we guess that maybe it was very old and very sick and it was getting too tired

 the kinder began to put its little pieces back on to decorate it

we hope that in the spring

a new sapling will come up near where the old tree used to stand so tall.

“a tree’s wood is also its memoir.”     

-hope jahren

hearts to you.

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my heart goes out to all children, their families, and their teachers

senselessly lost or hurt this week in a just a moment at a local school.

as a mother, grandmother, teacher, and human

i cannot make sense of it.

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: wild and precious

hearts to you.

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my heart goes out to all children, their families, and their teachers

senselessly lost or hurt this week in a just a moment at a local school.

as a mother, grandmother, teacher, and human

i cannot make sense of it.

image credit: wild and precious

ancestors.

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we’ve been friends for over 40 years

at this gathering

following a recent loss

we came to realize

that between the four of us

we have but one surviving birth parent

making us close to all being orphans

we paid tribute 

offered gratitude

to those who came before us

with all of their strengths and challenges

for had they not lived

there would be no us

nor our children

nor our grandchildren

nor those yet to come.

“the songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children”

-phillip carr-gomm