To the grave from the cradle
we crawl,
we walk,
run, roll, dance,
strut, stagger, and shuffle
until we can move no more
and we are welcomed home
and love remains.
8 March 2018
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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And love remains
We Meet Again Tour – 7 January 2018
Sports continued to feature prominently in the early part of the We Meet Again Tour. This time it involved watching the Pittsburgh Steelers in the NFL playoffs. For a number of reasons, I have mixed feelings about watching football, particularly pro football. But I did again this year. We will see what next year brings.
The Shire does not have cable tv so I went to Sean’s apartment to watch. He went to see Bette Midler in her final performance in Hello Dolly.
Henrik watched with me. That was the highlight of the day.
We Meet Again Tour – 29 December 2017, #2
On a cold December night, Tricia and I wandered out of the warmth of the Shire to see Mark Rylance in Farinelli and the King.
We chose the play because Rylance was the star (the King). It was great.
We Meet Again Tour – 29 December 2017, #1
After the traveling between New York, Louisville, Ann Arbor, Solon, Ann Arbor, and Detroit, Tricia and I returned to New York.
It was cold. Cold. We hung out at the Shire and watched tv and movies and ordered food in.
Except for 29 December. We bundled up and braved the cold to see a play. And we allowed some time to check out some of the city lights. Saks Fifth Avenue put on a pretty fair show.
Bowl-ing
After celebrating Christmas Eve Day in Ann Arbor, we (Tricia, Eric, Essie, Bentley, and me) loaded into Tricia’s car and drove to Solon to celebrate Christmas Day with my brother and sister-in-law and their family.
On the day after Christmas, we loaded into the car again and returned to Ann Arbor. Then we drove to Ford Field in Detroit where we watched Duke beat Northern Illinois in the Quick Lane Bowl.
See you along the Trail.
Bentley, grand puppy
22 December 2018
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Eric and Essie have a dog!
This is from our first walk.
Always smiles
It rolls around again today as it does every year. Anniversaries have a way of doing that.
Some years it almost sneaks up on me and grabs me unaware. As if I could forget. As if I would forget if I could.
Other years, like this year, memories of the day enter my consciousness well in advance. I have to consult the calendar to verify the date.
The pain has lessened some over the years. The empty, heartache remains.
Forty-two years ago today, my father died. A private pilot, he and another administrator were flying to Harrisburg to advocate for funding for the local school system.
Though they had tickets on a commercial airline, they decided that my father would fly. The plane went down near Emlenton, Pennsylvania, the crash site only located the next day. When I arrived at JFK a day later, after a college choir trip to Europe, family members met me and broke the news and shattered my heart.
Because grief lasts, I raise a glass to remember loses and acknowledge pains. And because love never ends, I raise a glass to give thanks and to celebrate love shared past, present, and future. On this anniversary, I raise a glass to William Koenig, to his life, to the time, the far too short time, we shared. To music made well and badly. To tears and a multitude of remembered smiles. For some years there are tears, but always there are smiles.
Goodnight and joy be with you, Dad.
Goodnight and joy be with us all.
See you along the Trail.
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