Lately, you just might notice that you see less and less of certain items. Here are two that I find becoming scarcer…
memories
A Piece of the Rock
Nobody told me it was illegal. Maybe it wasn’t, back in 1971. I still feel a bit like a criminal.
60 years: Then and Now
Things sure were different in 1956.
Goodbye, Mom. I love you.
Exactly 11 years ago I saw her for the last time. My friend, daughter and I went together to the Jewish General Hospital to see my mom. She’d been suffering from congestive heart failure for many months, sliding inexorably downhill.
Forever Cherished in my Heart
1912 – 2005
I wrote this eulogy for my mother’s funeral 10 years ago; my thoughts and feelings are exactly the same today as they were then. If anything, the love I feel for her now is even stronger, steeped as it is in the warmth of ten years’ worth of remembering. Mom, this is for you.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 