For those of you who weren’t in attendance, the following poem I wrote was included in my dad’s memorial. I am happy to share his parting gift with you.
Sitting in your empty room,
the sun yawning in the East,
yesterday’s departure heavy in the air,
remembering brown leaves and branches
now threading shadows on snow.
Oh, the green will come again,
as sun will flood through windows,
but it’s barren in here now.
The daffodil that kissed your foot
is withered, drooping on the bed.
8 Lessons From My Grandfather David Rockefeller
I’m grateful to my son Adam for writing the piece above to express his gratitude. I share the lessons he articulates.
As the season of gift giving is about to begin, I find myself reflecting on all that I’ve done, or not done, and what I want to do differently in the New Year. My urge to gather loose ends and wrap up presents is all part of the same flow. I thank each of you loyal readers for opening my blog week after week over the past two and a half years. Many of you shared your responses, either publicly or through email. I’ve enjoyed the connections tremendously, so the decision to conclude after this post was not easy.
Stories of the violent attacks that happened in Paris and elsewhere around the world last Friday night, fell heavy on our hearts. It is my hope, that amidst our shock and grief —regardless of faith— we pull together. Continue reading
The holidays are fast approaching, and so are all those mouthwatering sweets, like pumpkin pie, plum pudding, turkey with stuffing, and chocolates from your friends. If you’re like me, you are already wondering how you are going to keep those pounds from accumulating! Here’s an idea for your waistline and health.
I was reminded this past week when Paul and I were invited to the bedside of a longtime friend, Joel Elkes M.D., in his final days, of how important it is to me to be able to show up at a friend’s key life events. I’m fortunate in that I can cancel a schedule or change my plans when something of this magnitude comes up. We arrived just two days before his final breath. Continue reading
I’ve been wondering lately why I’m bothered by people’s incorrect use of pronouns. Perhaps many simply were not taught or obligated to memorize those few important rules, as I was. So I will don my educator cap and share a few examples of the proper use of pronouns for those of us who could use a refresher. Continue reading
I have always had mixed feelings about autumn. As a child, it meant packing the freedom of summer into memory and dreading the impending homework that came with returning to school. Until I went away to North Country School, at the age of 12, I was so intimidated by failing at my coursework that I had recurring nightmares in anticipation. Today, I am generally less anxious as autumn creeps in, but with how exceptionally busy its been lately, and after looking at what remains of my to-do list, I find myself experiencing a familiar feeling of stress. Continue reading
Wind and rain recently severed the last major branch off one of our favorite trees. It had a surprising effect on my husband and me. I have since talked others who shared the same experience about losing a tree by their home. Trees are more than tall plants. They are guardians, and keepers of time and memory. They also give us life. I will share my poem in homage to our fallen tree.