David & Lost children, lost years, enduring quest - Part III
My mother, bored in her marriage to my step-father Jim O'Brien, decided to remedy herself of the marriage by insisting on a divorce to which Jim would not complacently accept.
My mother applied sweet reason: "You have to sleep sometime," she told him.
Jim agreed to the divorce.
[This tale I heard repeated on numerous occasions thereafter by my mother ( Read more... )
My mother applied sweet reason: "You have to sleep sometime," she told him.
Jim agreed to the divorce.
[This tale I heard repeated on numerous occasions thereafter by my mother ( Read more... )
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The last few days I initiated a spate of emails and phonecalls to friends from that era, obsessively checking on their health.
David did not deserve to die in such a banal, unnecessary fashion.
[However, I realize, He sends rain on the just and unjust alike. Only the just and good will dwell in His house forever.]
My heart goes out to his mother. The service is tomorrow and, after 37 years, I hope my presence with offer some balm to her. No mother should live to see her child die.
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The service was calm and gentle, in keeping with David's nature. The minister and family immured his ashes in the sanctuary wall after the remembrances and before the benediction.
We retired to the reception room upstairs for cookies and a very refreshing punch. David's publications were arrayed on display tables around the room.
The only young people attending were David's cousins' children. Most were congregants who were friends of his mother and [by my count] six of us who were friends of David. There may have been more but I didn't have an opportunity to speak with them.
JJB
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