Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Woe is the writer's blocked blogger, right? Maybe if I make an effort to write something before I dive into the depths of my blog list, maybe I'll get off more than a weekly post? We'll see.
Meanwhile, if you come here seeking entertainment and are sorely disappointed (more than usually, that is), perhaps you should check out my blog roll, too. Clearly, there's some addicting stuff in there. I highly recommend Dooce (but doesn't everyone?), The Frozen Icarus, Private Secret Diary, and Camels & Chocolate. Just be forewarned!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
In addition, The Boy and I have weekend plans for the next three weekends that are not in Portsmouth, so there's no end in immediate sight. Ah well, what can you do? It's nice that we have so many people to see and things to do, I guess.
Just wish they all were closer to us, or us to them. ;)
Friday, September 18, 2009
At the memorial service on Wednesday, my father did an amazing job speaking about his beloved mother and leading the service. My mother, sister, and I also got up to the podium and tearfully spoke about my wonderful grandmother, Alma Mae Wood Fraser. Here is what I said (edited slightly for Internet consumption):
"I’ve struggled with what I wanted to say today. On one hand, what do you say about someone who seems to have been taken from us too quickly? On the other hand, what do you say about a woman who faced an approaching end and calmly came to terms with it?
But I’m an historian and so, I did what historians do – I did some research. And I stumbled across a quote by a French Jesuit priest and paleontologist named Teilhard de Chardin. He said, “We struggle against death with all our force, for it is our fundamental duty as living creatures to do so. But when, by virtue of the state of things, death comes, we experience that paradox of faith that causes us to abandon the struggle and affirm death as part of a greater plan for the universe as a whole. To love life so much, and to trust it so completely that we can affirm it even in its final act....this is [an] attitude that can calm and fortify us. The end is to love extravagantly the life that is greater than any one of us, seeing our own death as a physically necessary passage toward union with a greater wholeness.”
In the end, Gramma did just that. She bravely acknowledged that her life had been full and wonderful and that the next step was to move on to life's final act. And so she did - peacefully and with a grace all her own. She courageously drew aside the curtain and took her leave of us. And her serenity in doing so granted her family a great deal of peace.
I miss her. I love her. I wish that every day of my life, I had told her how important she was to me. But in the end? She knew all of that. [Sister] and I were lucky enough to share with her “a lifetime of interaction,” as Dad called it the other night. There were a thousand “I love you’s,” a thousand hugs and kisses and holidays. [Brother-in-law, The Boy, Thing 1, and Thing 2] knew her for fewer years, but they, too, got to bask in the glow of the love she had for her family. And so we walk on, never the same without her, but always sustained and quieted by her love."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I love the photo of her here, on Miami Beach in 1943 (at age 14). :) Wasn't she a looker?
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Old, uptight-looking lady's response? "You can use what's left on it to get a haircut."
I thought I couldn't have heard her correctly - it just wasn't possible - who says that? Then, after receiving non-committal grunts from the employees, she says, "No, seriously, you need a haircut."
Monday, September 07, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
However, I'm back, or I hope to be. Things will begin to settle down a little in the next few weeks & I really missed blogging. I can't count how many times I sat down to write something & got distracted by other things. So, with my apologies, forward into the breach! ;)