Civil War by Other Means: America's Long and Unfinished Fight for Democracy by Jeremi Suri is the perfect book to help us understand our failures at creating a multi-racial democracy in the nineteenth century and how this has weakened and divided our nation. Jeremi Suri chronicles the events after the civil war, from Lincoln's assassination to Garfield's, and how they were a continuation of the war by other means.
Stream of Consciousness!
My random thoughts on Jan, love, grief, life, and all things considered.
Sleep Walking Thru Grief
Walking has always been important to me and has become even more critical during my grief journey.
Most days, the walk is efficiently completed.
My feet move like a ballerina, feather-light as I glide across the pavement.
This morning’s walk was as if I was sleepwalking.
The sidewalks felt as if I was walking in a bouncy house.
My legs sunk into the ground I was unsure if I could stand.
Despite the uncertainty and doubts about continuing, I persisted and achieved the minimal goals of time, distance, and calories burned.
As I turned north a few hundred steps share of the halfway mark, a rainbow appeared above the Lincoln School.
It already seemed washed out as the colors were not sharp, but it appeared like a well-washed tie-dyed shirt.
By the time I reached the school, the rainbow, like its mythical pot of gold, had vanished.
Walking up the stairs to my humble abode, I was reminded of my true love’s words of wisdom.
Richard, you are capable and strong, and I believe in you.
Love never dies, and I will never quit walking.
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Faith In My Grief Journey
As a Jew, doubt fuels my life journey, especially during the days and nights of my grief.
Although I was not born Jewish, I have always been a skeptic who seeks to understand and not accept anything on blind faith.
When I met Jan, I worshiped at St john’s Lutheran Church in East Williamsburg.
The Church was the sponsor of my VISTA assignment.
Jan was not observant when we met.
When we had children, we realized we could not continue to have multiple faiths.
Since Jan died, I have attended services almost every Friday night as a proud member of Temple Sha’arey Shalom, a warm Reform, inclusive synagogue.
Without the support and friendship of Rabbi Dr. Renee Edelman, I am not sure how I would have survived the loss of the love of my life.
It has become part of my strategy not merely to survive grief but to endure the pain and find a purpose in my life without Jan.
The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. defined faith in a way I understand and embrace.
Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.
My eyes cannot confirm if the stairs go down or up or are spiral staircases.
But my faith allows me to take one step at a time.
The love Jan and I shared will never die.
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Lime for Lymphoma
Yesterday I discovered that lime is the color for lymphoma on the cancer rainbow from a sign on the door of Keating Physical Therapy.
I have walked to cure for lymphoma but never had heard of lime as the color.
Next September, I will encourage Hanson Park to change the lighting of Jan’s wind sculpture to lime.
In the final months of her life, Jan was on the list for a stem cell transplant.
The medical advice recommended an alternative process to use her stem cells.
Delia Ephron‘s guest essay in the NY Times wrote about her successful transplant that saved her life.
So, during the holidays, if you are under 40, register to be a blood stem cell donor. If you are having a baby, donate your umbilical cord to a cord blood bank. Talk to your OB — umbilical cords, rich with lifesaving stem cells, are otherwise, as one of my doctors put it, thrown in the trash. Give these gifts to a stranger. That’s the holiday spirit. If you have children or grandchildren in their 20s or 30s, when they ask you what you want for a present, tell them that you want them to register. Tell them that, for the holidays, you want them to save a life.
Let us all choose to save a life so one day, lime will only be a color in a rainbow, not the pigmentation for lymphoma.
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I Am a Chrysalis, Yes I Am!
Butterflies have always fascinated me.
Decades ago, Jan and I went to a live butterfly exhibit. I took baby steps thru the narrow path of the display. If I could have, I would have stayed forever.
Is it a surprise that I worked for a quarter of a century for Monarch Housing?
Albeit butterflies are beautiful, they have enamored me with the metamorphosis they experience.
The transformation is dramatic from a caterpillar to a chrysalis to a full multi-colored butterfly.
In a stutter-step way, I have attempted my metamorphosis.
I have mastered the activities of daily living alone, but I am still burdened by grief.
Despite frustration at the challenges inhibiting my transformation, butterflies remind me it’s never too late to transform myself.
Jan is still with me and always will be. I will continue to love her and grow around my grief.
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Gratitude for All of Life’s Blessings
Thanksgiving has been my favorite holiday since I was a child.
It is not the large table of food that made me prefer this holiday.
Thanksgiving is a collective day to express our interdependence and gratitude for the blessings we have been granted.
In his proclamation almost a century and a half ago, Abraham Lincoln established a holiday amid war “to observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.”
As a widow, I am often asked what I have to be grateful for. I am now and always will be grateful to have been loved by Jan to love her.
In addition, as Rabbi Jack Riemer wrote in this prayer, after 9/11,
Let us express our gratitude using these written words or our own.
We are thankful for the freedom from hunger.
We are thankful for the freedom to worship.
We are thankful for the freedom to challenge our minds.
We are thankful for the freedom to change our minds.
We are thankful for the freedom to chart our lives.
We are thankful for the freedom to work for a better world.
We are thankful for the freedom to celebrate this day.We pray for our country, for the men and women who are protecting our freedom today, and for the day when this nation and the entire world will know peace.
May we all be blessed today and every day with the freedom to love and be loved.
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On the Rooftop: A Novel
On the Rooftop: A Novel by Margaret Wilkerson Sexton, is a stunning novel about a mother whose dream of musical stardom for her three daughters collides with the daughters' ambitions for their own lives—set against the backdrop of gentrifying 1950s San Francisco. The first few pages moved glacially and then the story unfolded fully and became a page-turner that I highly recommend.