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Tuesday Evening – valentine’s eve

I just returned from Dad’s night out. I went to RiRa’s with about 9 guys. It was fun being out.. but weird too I ran into a ton of people I new downtown and at the bar. I find it can be really awkward running into someone I haven’t seen since Sam died. I never take offense when someone doesn’t know what to say. It’s just interesting to see who is comfortable talking to me and who isn’t. It’s sometime takes awhile for people to realize it’s still ‘me’ in here.  RiRa’s was a good choice because they have a quiet back room where we could talk. We mostly talked about our kids.. which was fine with me.   Around 8 the Tuesday night trivia contest started up. I’d forgotten about it. I used to occasionally go there on Tuesday’s with work friends.. The questions were a mix of obscure knowledge,  pop culture, music and sports.. Out team dominated.. but, dear friends, I must admit that we cheated like crazy. The wonderful thing about carrying a device like a blackberry is that you’re never more than a few keystrokes away from Google or Wikipedia J… Turns out that we weren’t the only one cheating.. several others had their trusty cell phones out.. we just typed faster. My years of frantic texting have finally paid off !. We won a shirt (to split 9 ways ) and a round of beer. I even tried to  decline the prizes because of our unorthodox methods.. nut was told that all was fair in love and trivia contests… By the way, do you know:

what South American capital is the furthest south in the southern hemisphere ?  (Montevideo) 

Do you know in what decade Yves St. Laurant was born ? (1930’s),

Do you know how man time zones there are between  Spain and Poland ? (0)

I took advantage of the night downtown to do a little Valentine’s day shopping.  It was pretty hard going store to store looking at all the goofy tokens of love that people associate with the holiday. It’s never been a big deal for us…ut this year it will certainly feel different. I was just thinking of the metaphor of  ‘giving your heart to someone you love’  in the context of Sam’s story. Man.. he gave the ultimate gift of love that day. 
  
As if he could read my mind, my brother called around 10:30. He’d just attended an event at Texas Heart Institute celebrating 23 years of successful heart transplant surgery. 23 years ago the anti rejection drugs became good enough to all ow for the long term heart transplant to be possible. Billy told me that there were several 20 year plus surviving recipients at the event. Billy’s friend and mentor Bud Frazier gave a talk at the event. Bud evidently has now officially done more heart transplants than any other  Surgeon  on the planet. about the Doctors and nurses that make this complicated surgery work out. He also mentioned the true heroes of this process are  the donors.. people like Sam..   the thought of that warms my heart.   As a further coincidence, my brother is scheduled to do 2 heart transplants tonight. He told me that he now looks at the procedure differently. He’s always been a sensitive guy.. its just now more personalized when the donor and/or the recipient is a kid. Billy said he now gives more thought to the donor heart coming from someone’s beautiful son or daughter.. just as he sees the recipient lying there hoping to continue their life.. I sure couldn’t do what Billy does.. but I’m sure glad that he and folks like him can.
    Oy .. it’s late again.. I need to go do some Valentines day planning. I think we’re in for a snow day tomorrow. At this point, Sam would be wearing his pajama’s backwards to make sure we got enough snow to cancel school.  I need to go out and finish up a valentines day project in the barn with max.. Hope to get some sleep after that…  When you wake up tomorrow.. give your valentine a squeeze for Sam…  Happy Valentines Day I love you with all my heart my son…  Be mine..
 

-jc

 ps. I’ve had the Regina Spektor song ‘On the Radio’ in my head all night.. There’s a section of it that really fits

Excerpted from ‘On the Radio’ by Regina Spektor


this is how it works

you’re young until you’re not
you love until you don’t
you try until you can’t
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath

this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into some–
someone else’s heart
pumping someone else’s blood

 and walking arm in arm
you hope it don’t get harmed
but even if it does
you’ll just do it all again

 …..

Monday night – Dream visions

Yow It’s late and I need to get some sleep. For tonight I will just tell three Sam-related stories that happened to Diane, Max and I today. .

    Diane’s is the most inspiring. She told us all this story at yoga tonight. She and Chai were taking a walk in the woods this afternoon around 4:30; They went up to the ridge behind the sandpit. Diane stopped, closed her eyes and thanked the divine spirit and Sam out loud for all that she had in her currently in her life and for having Sam as long as we did. She also thanked the spirits around her that were helping us through Sam’s passing and thanked them and the greater spirit for the connection that ties us with Sam and the rest of the universe. As she was talking the last rays of the sun fell on her face and the wind kicked up. She took it as acknowledgment and spoke her thanks at that moment an owl hooted four times nearby.. She opened her eyes,  she and Chai looked at each other then  the owl hooted again This kind of powerful alignment of things happens frequently when we’re outdoors.. That’s where we all feel Sam’s spirit the strongest.

   My story for the day is also outside.. though it’s a little less inspiring:. This morning I was running with Chai along the Rivershore trail.   I was thinking of Sam as I always do when I’m outside now. I think its funny how I used to obsess about work while I was running.. now I obsess.. no, wrong word.. I meditate about Sam and my family as I run. Anyway.. It’s been my practice to write Sam’s name in the snow whenever I’m outside. I was looking for a good place to do it when I came across a place where the snow had fallen from a tree and made a perfectly formed capital ‘A’ in the snow.. As  I looked at it, nature called for Chai  and she peed (can I say that in a blog) next to the snow ‘A’ … believe it or not, she made a perfectly formed capital ‘M’ in the snow with her bright yellow  pee… There was only one thing left for me to do.. you’ll be glad to know  that , not wanting to copy Chai’s artistic innovation., t I put in the ‘S’ with a stick..

   Max’s story is a bit more surreal. He had a dream this morning (he’s become nearly nocturnal these days) about  meeting his guardian angel.. It turns out that she was a hard talking sarcastic woman that rolled her eyes at everything he said.. She was there to explain to Max his purpose in life. She brought out a magic picture that was to show Max his true path As Max stared at it, he learned that  his life’s mission… was to grow bean sprouts..   OkSometime life sends you messages that are not so clear J  

   Sorry for the short post.. It’s late and I need to sleep. I’ll finish tonight with a picture Jen sent me this morning of Sam at Burligton Rock Camp last summer. What a rock star Sam…

-jc

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Ps. there’s an end of session concert for the Rock Camp after school program this Thursday at 6:30 at 242 Main. If you’ve never seen one of these concerts.. its’ worth checking out.

 

 

Sunday night – Nice 3 day weekend

Quiet day,.  Which was welcome after all we’ve had going over the last few days.  I spent the morning wrestling with the water softener… one of the culprits for the sewage backup in our basement. As much as I love making new things,  I am really  terrible at fixing old things.. and this softener is old.. What’s more it meant an hour or so hunched over in the basement.. which is too short to allow me to stand. Mix that in with the damp floors and the lingering aroma .of the last two sewage backups and you start to create that unique old house experience.   To get the memory of the basement out of my head, I tried to spend some time working on the SamStones.org   webpage… . I have most of it there, but I think I could use some help. I’m getting caught in the familiar trap of spending all of my time and energy on one of the less important aspects. E.g. today I’ve been working on the dynamic mapping program that will allow us to see where people have placed or found SamStones all over the world…Anybody who feels they can help me get the webpage finished will be rewarded with at least my eternal gratitude.. maybe more !  As I sat typing on the webpages I realized I was sitting under some artwork that Sam made when he was very young.. the two pictures have sat on the window over our downstairs computer for years.. I love them…  Here they are

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     In the early afternoon, Diane, Chai and I went for a wonderful snowshoe up near the sugar house on the Bolton access road. . There was beautiful snow, beautiful views, and nearly tropical (23 F) weather. We did a really nice bushwhacking loop up towards the ridge opposite the Bolton Valley Quad.. The snow was several feet thick in places..  .We could not  have asked for better. 

    After we got back I had a great conversation with my good friend Kerry.. Kerry is an amazing and accomplished guy with a million talents and interests. He  is organizing a group of local artists and craftspeople to help us build a lasting monument to Sam’s spirit.   Kerry has been talking to folks at Bolton Valley , in Richmond  Town and at MMU  high school as possible locations for the piece.. Our thought is to make something fun and kinetic.. e.g. maybe a stylized snowboarder who spins and flips in the wind. If you have some ideas for the piece or a location.. or you enjoy  good (or know someone who enjoys) at design , metalwork, etc.. let us know.

     The day faded into a very quiet evening. Max is still in Quebec so it was the three of us. I really feel Sam’s presence and absence when we sit down to eat. For some reason, we were all pretty low tonight at dinner. The three of us played a quiet game of Clue (Diane won) and things were winding down to bed in a quiet and subdued way. By 8PM. I could barely keep my eyes open, but It was still a little early for Gabe to go to bed,, I don’t know why, but I asked Gabe if he wanted to go sledding. It was like the opposite of what my body and mind were telling me to do.. but sled we did. Gabe, Chai and I spent about 45 minutes coming down our sledding hill. Which is the happy result of an accident in 1995 when a truck accidentally came 2/3 the way down the hill behind our house  .. It wasn’t going back up the hill… so they cut the trees in front of the truck and lowered it down. The result is one of the best sledding hills I’ve ever been on. Our neighbors Barb and Justin  who own the hill have allowed us to rig up some lights for nighttime sledding. It’s a great place.. Max , Sam and Gabe and their friends have been using this hill nearly all their lives.   My memories of having all the kids up on the hill were very strong. Tonight it was fun just being with Gabe. We did some short movies with my new camera.. they’re not ‘art’ but you get the idea how fun it is to go bombing down this hill at night when you should be in bed. .. We  really felt you out there Sam.. we had some great wipe outs that you would have loved.

-jc

Gabe in the snow

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ps. Sorry of the typing is funny.. I’m having to do all the uploads over my cell phone since our interenet isn’t working at home

Saturday evening- feeling younger

Not much to say tonight. I think I have a little of the day-after-blues after the big birthday bash last night    Today wasn’t  a bad day,,, just a little sad.  The same thing happened after Christmas and New Years.  Actually, I’m trying to get better about calling  whole days as being ‘good’ or ‘bad’ most days have elements of both so it’s unfair and inaccurate to label them as being one or the other.  Anyway… I’m finding that having fun is still fun… I just find  that I need a little down time now after doing it.

   Last night things went pretty late.. I think some kids stayed up all night. There were still lots of them around …   Its  always nice having kids around in the morning. Once again Diane managed to cook several shifts of breakfast before I finally rolled out of bed at 9:30. Once everyone left, things quieted down.  Sometime in the morning, Gabe went up on the Mountain and   Max left with some friends to visit Bas and Andy in Quebec.   Around noon Diane. Chai and I got out for a snowshoe with Jen and Tim behind their  house. It was a beautiful trail.. I ran on it several times many years ago when Sam was at Noreen Grant’s   doing Suzuki keyboard lessons.. I remember the pieces Sam composed then.. they were beautiful.

   After the snowshoe, our friend T came by with her two kids. We know T from MMU.. She has been affected deeply by Sam’s death and has had some amazing visions and insights about Sam and his passing. It was her husband who made the Bodhisattva reference to Sam. She made an interesting comment to us about how unusual  and special  it is to be able to see the whole arc of someone’s life.. especially a life lived well like Sam’s .. 

    T had written me a great note earlier in the day commenting on some of the stories in this blog.

She joked that it seemed like I was getting younger as the blog went forward  sort of like the wizard Merlin’s “youthening” or reverse aging process. I like this image of Merlyn..  .since kooks  Merlyn. Dumbledor, Gandolf, Doc Brown  from Back to the Future . have been my heroes since I was a kid.  (Can you see it ? )

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I certainly don’t feel like I’m getting any younger when I look into the mirror.. but .when I look into my heart, I think T may be right. As strange as it may seem,. I feel like some of Sam’s spirit has come into me.. into us… since his death. The way Sam’s many friends and their families have come into our lives has been like a jolt of energy for me. I can’t remember a time I’ve felt more alive, felt more love.. or felt this creative. It just sucks that this ‘youthening’  for me. has to come at such a high cost. .It’s one of those strange gifts I’m finding in this tragedy… 

    The rest of the  evening has been  pretty quiet. Gabe had Will over and we all played Monopoly I find I’m no better with fake money than I am with the real thing It was fun hanging out, though. . Carolyn and Selene came by. Carolyn related a sad coincidence story from her recent  trip to Colorado. She was looking for a place to leave a SamStone when she walked into a store  in Colorado Springs. The store owner’s 17 year old  son Asher Crank had just been killed in a skiing accident on Jan 17th.. The family was just beginning their own path through the journey we’re on.  My thoughts are with them…

   Hearing about Asher’s  family reminds me about the  poem which our friend Sarah sent me a few weeks back .

 

The Well of Grief  – by David Whyte

Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface of the well of grief
turning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown away by those who wished for something else.

Those small round coins are the gifts that keep coming up for me.. They’re not gifts we wanted.. but gifts just the same.. Thank you Sam..

-jc