Wednesday mid-day – still in Tucson

  I’m still in Tucson.   I woke early and called home and spoke with Max. He told me that there was a good dumping of snow back at home.  I hpe it sticks. Max is starting his two  classes at Champlain today. I hope it goes well for him. I’m really missing my family out here.
  
Last night was pretty peaceful. My meeting broke up at about 5:30 which gave me an hour before my next round of meetings. The sun was setting over the mountains as I drove away from the IBM site. I pulled the car over and walked into the desert a few hundred yards..,, you didn’t have to go far until you could no longer see anything man-made.  The desert was so very beautiful. The ground was covered with dry gravel and sand . The plants were an other-worldly mix of various types of cactus, dry brush and stunted trees. The wind blowing through the dry ground cover made  it sound like a movie western. I gathered up a small pile of white rocks and used them to write Sam’s name on the ground.  I sat there thinking about Sam until the stars came out.. I then walked back to the car and went off to my next meeting.

    The work part of our dinner meeting was pretty brief.  We quickly moved on to personal talk. My table had a really amazing emotional mix. We talked a lot about Sam. A couple of my friends from the Tucson site, Glenn and Ken, had not yet heard of Sam’s death.. so I had to tell them. I find that to be the hardest thing to do.   I learned that my friend Ken from Tucson  had lost a 23 year old sister to an aneurism when he was in his young 30’s , We talked about how he and his parents handled grief and healing. He told me how his sister’s death profoundly changed his parents. It’s hard for me to hear that I will probably always be diminished. .. but maybe that’s the way it will be.    My friend Steve was at the other end of the table Steve lost his wife in October from a fast-onset cancer.  Steve told me that he’d been writing short fiction for several years. Since his wife’s death he’s been writing short pieces about the experience. Last night he sent me some of his writing.. it was very powerful. One piece was on the topic of how he answers the ‘how are you?’ question. Steve and I are going to grab some time and talk more about ‘how we’re doing’ later today. Also at our table were my friends the Rothwells from Canada.  I learned last night that Judy Rothwell is a Reiki master  (and lively spirit) . We spent some time talking about Reiki. Despite some of my initial skepticism… my Reiki session with Marci last week really seems to have helped me find a better emotional balance.  My friend Carolyn from NY/Australia was also sitting at the table. She told us all the story of her near-death experience four years ago when she went into spontaneous cardiac arrest.   Medics did CPR on her for 14 minutes before reviving her.. she then later arrested and was revived again in the hospital.  She was on life support in a deep coma for four days. Her husband made them take her off the respirator to see if she could breath.. and she did. She went on to full recovery and now has an implanted ICD defibrillator  to prevent this from happening again. It’s so cool to hear Carolyn hear about the peace she had during her near death experience. She was surrounded by light and angles.  The experience changed her life. She says that she no longer fears death and realizes that there’s something ‘more’ out there. Carolyn wrote Diane and I a long letter after Sam died which described her experience. I’d like to get the three of us together to talk about it more. It’s very comforting for us to hear.    Carolyn’s husband is actually writing a book about her experience.. and is currently looking for a publisher.

   My good friend Lori from Austin was also at our table. Lori was telling me that Sam’s death really. Affected her relationship with her own son. She also told me that she’s named a tree in her back yard after Sam. It had brilliant fall leaves on it the day she heard about his accident…  Sadly, Lori also told me that a friend of hers son was just killed 2 weeks ago in a freak BB gun accident. Lori is going to send me the mom’s name, 
     As dinner was winding down, my boss’s boss Vijay showed up at dinner. Vijay was one of the IBM exec’s that flew up for Sam’s visitation hours at our house. He was in town for a completely different set of meetings so it was a pretty unlikely meeting.. Vijay was really supportive.. he told me that Sam’s death has affected many folks in our organization .. and that folks are talking more about work life balance. Making family time, etc.   Vijay also encouraged me to really take it easy and take whatever time I need in my path back to work.. You can’t ask for a better message from your boss. I’ll never forget how supportive my management has been.  
    We broke up at about 10PM.. I went back to Chris and Wendy’s and spent some nice time with them . One of the things that came up was the Buddhist parable of the ‘mustard seed’  that I posted a few days back. Wendy used to be a nun (!) and she told me the very different Christian parable of the mustard seed . Our friend Gretchen also brought this up last week. Her sister Stephanie used to wear a mustard seed in a necklace before she died

 Jesus  said therefore: “What is the Kingdom of God like? And to what shall I compare it? It is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in the garden; it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air made nests in its branches. “ (Luke 13:18-19)

     Interesting how the same symbol has such different meaning.  Well.. speaking of mustard.. it’s lunch time out here. Gotta run.  I’m on my way home tonight . Eager to see everybody. Fly with me Sam..

-jc

ps. Here’s a snap of me and a new friend

jccactus

Monday evening – posted from a parking lot in Tucson

I’m writing from a plane on my way to Tucson. It feels really funny leaving Diane, Max and Gabe behind. As I said before, I’m not so worried about how they’ll do without me.. I’m more worried how I’ll do without them. I am relying on them so much for comfort and a sense of ‘center’. Somehow I feel like Sam is traveling with me.. which brings me some comfort. One thing about traveling is that it brings you in close contact with many strangers.  As we took off from Burlington. I started to cry a little as I thought of the last time I flew out of Burlington to go say goodbye to Sam in Florida.  I thought I was being pretty discreet.. but the woman next to me tapped me on the arm and asked me if I was OK..  ‘Yeah I’m fine,’ I said.. but she didn’t buy it.. so I switched to option b) and told her about Sam.  I spent the rest of the flight to JFK talking to her and her father about Sam, travel, etc. It turns out that she and her Dad (Bree and Lars)  were on their way to Turkey for 9 days of traveling around by bus. One of the places they are going is Ephesus, one of the most amazing archaeological sites that I’ve ever seen. (So great in fact that the MSWord spell checker knows how it’s spelled!) Diane. Max and I visited there in 1990.  I remember it having a very lavish ‘vomitorium’ where you went to  ‘regain your hunger’  between courses at a feast.., obscene  graffiti and an secret tunnel between  a brothel and a religious temple. I gave my two traveling friends one of the clay ‘sam stones’ that I had with me to leave at the site. What do you think the archeologists will make of that J ? I like the thought that these stones with Sam’s name on it will get spread over the world. If you or your friends are planning a trip somewhere distant, please let us know and we’ll give you a stone to toss for Sam.     I’ve got one of the stones to give to my friend Chris in Tucson. I’ll also give one to my friends I’ll be seeing from China and Japan to take back to their countries. Now that I think of it .. I didn’t bring enough for the countries I’ll be seeing. I’ll need to  start carrying more of them with me.   Thanks so much to Jen for helping us make them. I feel the need to make many more.

    Tomorrow’s meeting will be my first real full day back at work since Sam died (7 weeks ago this evening). I’m excited and nervous about being back. Today I spent about 4 hours at work.. though it wasn’t much like work, really.. most of my day was spent getting hugged by everyone I saw. It felt really great to see everyone again..   I also went to the doctors (for antibiotics-still sick) and the grocery store.. both places I got hugged by many  of the folks I saw. I love living in a small, close community like we do.

    Well.. now I do need to get some work done.  Since I’m not there to hug anyone..  or be hugged please hug someone you love for me tonight.. If that doesn’t work.. hug yourself.. or a pet.. or a lamp.. or something.   Here’s a hug for you Sam. I’m thinking of you from the plane.

-jc

 

Music

Folks..
    Hannah and I were just talking in the blog comments about how it feels good to listen to sad music music sometimes. I was just listening to ‘Hear You Me’,  the Jimmy Eat World song that Brit and Sumner used in Sam’s slide show that I posted a few weeks ago. The words to it really remind me of Sam.  take a look
-jc

‘Hear You Me’.. by  Jimmy Eat World  (listen to it here ‘Hear you me’.)

There’s no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go
I never said thank you for that
‘thought I might get one more chance

What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I’ll never have a chance

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

So what would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I’ll never have a chance


May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

(May angels lead you in)
May angels lead you in
(May angels lead you in)
May angels lead you in

And if you were with me tonight
I’d sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big
God couldn’t let it live

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
Upon sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless
May angels lead you in

Saturday evening

   It’s early Saturday evening on a freakishly warm January day. They unseasonably warm weather has everyone wondering.. global warming or natural cycles  It’s honestly hard for me to care right now… We took advantage of the warm weather to take a hike with friend Kathy and Sophie up to the cliffs overlooking Wes White Hill. Even though we were in shirt sleeves we were sweating by half way up. We should have worn shorts. Just as we came to the top  there was a huge wave of rolling thunder and it started pouring.  I shouted Sam’s name from the top of the cliff as I did last time we were up there… though this time it was just a croak. I’ve just about lost my voice.. the last vestiges of the bug I’ve been fighting all week.  We walked back in the warm rain. It felt pretty good.

   The rest of the day was pretty quiet. We all seem to be in a reasonably peaceful spot. Our sadness for Sam is always there, but we’re able to function.. if not efficiently …  most of the time. All of us puttered about on our own projects through the day.  Several kids and adults filtered through the house through the day. I really like seeing how Sam’s friends still hang out here. Kevin’s band practiced here this afternoon. It’s always great hearing music coming from the barn. I just realized that I’ve been avoiding the upstairs of the barn since Sam died.. I’m just starting to go up there again. It’s so strange not seeing him on the drums when I do. Oh Sam….

     Last night Diane, Max and I went to see some student directed one-act plays  at the high school. Folks there seemed surprised to see us all out and about. The funny thing is that we need to be somewhere all the time.. so why not there ? The plays were a mix of funny and serious stuff and were all pretty good. I particularly like Jessie’s version of the Sienfeld  Soup Nazi episode and Annaliese’s improv routines. I did notice that Death was a central theme of three out of the six plays. I’ve been noticing just how much the abstract concept of death pervades our culture:  song lyrics, cd covers, band names, jokes, sitcom themes.  I know that it’s as common as being born… but let me tell you folks … death as a concept is overrated. Wherever we go now we run into people who’ve lost a loved one.. Almost everyone has.  Now folks now feel compelled to tell us about their loss.  I think seeing us so close to our loss of Sam invites people to relive their own loss a little. At first I didn’t like being the agent of others’ sadness. Now I realize that we’re just part of the long term mourning and healing process for their own loss that they and everyone must go through.  They will be us in a few years.. (is that a real sentence ?)

    On the same theme: About four friends have independently sent me variants of the Buddhist story of the Mustard seed. The story goes:   A beautiful young boy died. Heartbroken, his father takes the boys body to the Buddha and pleads for him to restore the boy to life. The Buddha says that he will gladly do that. All the father must do is bring him a mustard seed from a home that has not known death. The father is overjoyed… he runs through the town knocking on doors asking folks whether they have a mustard seed. Most do.. Unfortunately he also finds that everyone of these houses has known death.  The father learns the hard lesson that everyone suffers. Do any of you have a mustard seed ? Have any of you been spared the death of a loved one. ?. Maybe the offer still stands ! 

    I just realized that I have not cried at all today. I think it’s time I did.. This ones for you Sam…

-jc