Love and Life

Death and Other Thoughts

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I have spent a considerable amount of time thinking about death lately. I imagine that that is not unusual given the fact that the love of my life and my closest friend died just a few weeks ago.

I just finished a memoir by Sloane Crosley entitled “Grief is for People”. In it she discusses her relationship with a good friend, mentor and boss. She delves into her own feelings of grief and emotion after his death. He commits a suicide one day that no one including his partner had any hint was in the offing. She is angry and sad and writes about her life experiences with him. Her candor and vivid description of social life and office life is compelling. She had left the publisher to follow other interests and others said to her but he was just your ex-boss, why are you so upset? She examines that question from all sides. Regardless of the manner of death it is a well written discussion of emotion and friendship and loss.

I think I fell into reading it to examine my own grief for the loss of Cheryl. This is one of the few times that I have selected a book entirely based on the title and read it through. It was not what I was expecting it to be. I am always hunting for the manual that goes with certain places, stages, phases of life. I have found none, so, one might think I would quit looking for the repair manual that goes with this or that stage, phase or place in life but hope springs eternal in my mind. I will continue to search for meaningful words from someone who went down the road before me.

This book did cause me to think about Cheryl and analyze my feelings and my grief for her death. I have come to believe it is impossible to fathom death as a concept. I am not anxious for mine. Cheryl’s dementia was such that she seemed unaware of hers.

In a Louise Penny novel somewhere is the line, “Grief is love with no place to go.” This comment probably from Gamache, her main character, is succinct and directly to the point. I wrote that down in my journal a few years ago. It seems to me that I have no place to send my love for her and that is what makes it so difficult to accept.

Death is a normal and natural event. It can also be an abnormal and unnatural event. In either case it is death. Those of us left behind must find a new place for our love.

Carpe Diem.

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: The ability of so many people to live comfortably with the idea of capital punishment is perhaps a clue to how so many Europeans were able to live with the idea of the Holocaust: Once you accept the notion that the state has the right to kill someone and the right to define what is a capital crime, aren’t you halfway there? -Roger Ebert, film critic (18 Jun 1942-2013)

Calendars, Checkbooks, Organization

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On Saturday, sometimes on Friday, I look at the checking account and check the bank’s math. These days when I do this I think of Cheryl and reflect on how she was able to show me how to do the family finances. Over the past few years she showed me how to do other things too.

Cheryl and I went to Saturday afternoon mass. It was better for her schedule wise to do this on Saturday. I typically go to mass on Saturday since she has left. Mostly to think about her and to talk to her there. This day is the beginning of festival season and there are now five festivals in the combined parish. Sr. Carren used to bring communion to Cheryl and she asked me to attend the first festival with her.

It was a good time. Several other parishioners that I knew came also.

Now I am in church for the second time this weekend. The mass today is for Cheryl. So, as little time I spend praying, I am praying with her today. Some have said pray for her but I do not think that she needs prayer. I do pray with, think about, ponder, meditate about and spend time with Cheryl. I carry her in my heart. She is with me today. One of her favorite hymns was the opening song this morning.

As I quietly sat before mass earlier I thanked her for encouraging me to do all these chores that I had not done before. I found myself talking to her in the quiet of my mind. It was comforting.

Not only do I do the chores for myself now but I also make a list of what those things are so that I do not forget any. Cheryl showed me how to do that also.

Carpe Diem

6 Valedictorians, 15 Salutatorians

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Wow. The folks in charge of it all gave all six kiddos a chance to speak, two minutes each, a common theme. They are all very young. They all have vast horizons in front of them. Carpe Diem!

Curiosity,  love,  kindness, passion and compassion when do these ideas fade?

They are a big group of graduates. Audrey was in the fifteen Salutatorians. They did not get the opportunity to speak and that is too bad because I am sure that they are full of curiosity, love, kindness, passion and compassion. I am also sure that the other more than 500 graduates are also full of those aspirations. Some are going into the military services. Some are going off to further their education beyond high school. Some are going off to the world of jobs. Some know or think they know what they want to do in the years to come. Some do not. Some are intrinsically motivated. Some are reaching for each ring and hoping for gold (or brass).

Looking at this group from up in the stands as they are perched at this jumping off point in their young lives, I reminisce fondly to my own graduation ceremony. It was many more years than I care to admit to myself. We were all seated on bleachers set up on stage in Cincinnati’s Music Hall. My graduation class was all boys. There were more than 220 of us. Music Hall has great acoustics. I once saw Peter, Paul and Mary in concert there on stage without microphones. It was great. I would probably not remember it at all except for this.

There were more than 220 of us and one of them discovered a loose board in the steps that made a crisp thwack sound when trod on properly as he returned to his seat in the second row of bleachers. Imagine. We were all boys about to be thrust into the world of men and war. It was 1967. (“Squirrel!”)

ThWACK! THwack! bumpff… THWACKub. … only 198 guys left to test their metal. Only one chance per player. The quiet first row never stood a chance but in all fairness, they did not get a chance to play.

The game was on and boredom no longer reigned within the class of baby boomers.

I missed Cheryl’s physical presence at Audrey’s ceremony. Later as I drove home we talked about it.

Carpe Diem, Audrey!

Continuing Saga

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Today it is two weeks since Cheryl died. I still think of her in the present tense. I suppose to me she is. This morning as I talked to my sister on the phone, she is home now after the funeral service, I told her about my rediscovery of a couple tubs of reminiscence on the shelf in our storage area. The letter that was clearly visible, albeit, upside down in its placement in the tub attracted my attention.

After we finished chatting I took the tub down to look at it and its contents. Inside was a black and white picture of Cheryl in her wedding dress that had been submitted to the Miami Valley Press in 1970. It had been returned to Mr. & Mrs. Paul J. Weisgerber at our residence in Oxford, Ohio. It cost eleven cents to mail. It is a good memory.

I hope she never quits talking to me and directing my attention to things around me. (And smile pictures I did not know I have.)

Carpe Diem

Friday is for Cheryl

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Today’s daily mass has Cheryl as one of its intentions. So I came for her.

It is quiet. Peacefully quiet. I was okay when Fr. Pat read her name. Tears came though when she was not next to me at the “Our Father”. I could not hold her hand.

Today is Cheryl’s birthday. Happy Birthday Cheryl! Melissa just asked me if you are having Angel Food cake today. Are you? I made your favorite Betty Crocker pound cake mix. I think I got the icing right with Nancy’s help. I followed the Quick Icing recipe in the Dinner for Two Cookbook and added a little margarine. I had some for breakfast. It is pretty good.

I also planted your flowers yesterday. Remember? The fancy purple impatiens that you told me to get on Sunday? They look good by the door. It rained last night so they are not waiting for me to water them.

Cheryl, I find myself listening to Tracy Chapman”s “Fast Car” song a lot. I have no idea why except that it talks about two young people just trying to get through life and their excitement about their engagement with the world both past and looking into the future. For whatever reason it helps me to see your smile. Are you trying to tell me something? I will keep listening.

Happy Birthday to you!

Carpe Diem.

A Peace for Cheryl, Some Peace for Paul

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“There are always problems to face, but it makes a difference if our minds are calm. On the surface we may get upset, but it makes a difference if we are able to stay calm in the depths of our minds.”

His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama

Three days later and all the life celebrations are complete. I need some time to just be quiet. Some time for me only to think about Cheryl and maybe I can distract myself from my sadness. I do not know where I am going with that thought. A dismasted ship is a good metaphor. It is still upright. It has not lost its keel in the storm but its means of propulsion is missing.

I need some time to find propulsion. This feels very weird. My life is suddenly empty of a major piece of it. It is very hard to watch someone who you love die. I am not talking about being there at the actual moment of death. A very somber moment for sure but I am thinking about the long process that Cheryl went through.

Reading through my blog, journal entries, pictures and Cheryl’s postie notes to herself, the process took about six years. It was longer than that but that is the time line that I notice as I reread those.

Charlie Brown says it all, “AAUGH! and that gives me license to scream my displeasure at the whole thing and cry a little.

Carpe Diem.

Breathe!

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Is what I have written to myself here and there on my remarks (eulogy) that I intend to give at Cheryl’s funeral mass on Monday. I have read them over and over and out loud. I think I do not need the paper but I will take it with me. I have read it to Cheryl. Here and there she rolls her eyes at me. (“Do you really want to say that?) Here and there I simply dissolve into tears and my voice catches (stops actually).

Breathe! (in a larger font and bold) is printed or written in hand on the page where I choke up. There are many of these.

… I love you Cheryl

BREATHE!

You will always be with me. I carry your heart in my heart.

BREATHE!! BREATHE AGAIN!

I will remember your smile.

Carpe Diem (Eulogies are hard to read.)

I am Still Learning

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It is possible to keep learning as one ages. I have found over the past few years that as I learned prayerful and careful concepts by taking care of Cheryl, I learned much about myself and my own motivations and along with that my own emotions. Today a new inner desire, perhaps need, has come to me.

Two days ago I received a copy of my collage of photos that I had printed on glass. I remember sitting up late two weeks ago searching for online special printing folks. Cheryl was still alive then. Why it became urgent to get that made at 12:30 AM is not important now. At the time it was an urgency for me. The following Monday morning she was gone.

In anxiety about not having it in time I found Northside Printing a local specialty printing business that specializes in specialty printing. I took my collage to them to have it printed on a big format to display at Cheryl’s service on Monday.

The more that I look at this collection of smile photos, photos of good times and family, I notice that the image of her in ill health and death fades from my memory. It is still there but what I think of first is her wonderful smile. It lights up my heart and helps me move past the Parkinson and dementia.

Often when someone dies, close friends and relatives create a memorial shrine. They do this to help them with the loss. I did not understand the importance of this action when I would see flowers and a cross along side the road but many years ago I found myself near the site of the Oklahoma City bombing and a fence filled with small stuffed animals left as a memorial to all the children killed in that tragedy. It saddened me at the time.

This morning I found myself hunting for the perfect place to assemble my thinking space to remember the good times and Cheryl’s smile.

I have started to do this on the left mirror of her dresser. That is the spot she would often stand to brush and comb her hair. She would pick up her hair spray and shake it a little. That would be my cue to get out of the room so that I did not smell like hair spray. The last step was to spray a little Chantilly into the air and walk through it. My grand daughter Virginia now has the leftover Chantilly. Cheryl likes that fact. She just told me while I was typing this story.

Carpe Diem. And carpe all of the special moments in your life. Later you will savor them as I am now.

Godspeed Cheryl.

A Week Later

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It is a week later after Cheryl left the world. It still hurts. It is the next part of this life for me.

I cannot find any words but I know Cheryl is at peace now.

My anchor in life is severed from the chain.

It seems not so long ago that we first met.

Our time together was long and yet so very short. The emptiness is vast.

Carpe Vita – nam vita brevis

They are in a Better Place

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I did not appreciate the truth in that comment until the last couple of days.

On Monday as I entered Cheryl’s room at Bridgeway Pointe, I was stricken immediately with a deep grief. Simultaneously with that emotion I was immediately relieved that she was released from her struggle with Parkinson’s and the dementia she experienced in her last years here.

I wanted her to be alive and with me. But not merely alive, I wanted her to be healthy.

I really miss her today. Today we plan her church memorial service. Today I will want to ask her opinion about various things, music, readings. I will close my eyes and ask and listen to her thoughts.

Stay with me today, Cheryl. We can get through it.

Carpe the love Diem.