I have lost so many people that I have loved. Sometimes at night or on quiet afternoons, I think of them. I no longer grieve for them.....believe it or not, grief does fade.....but memories do not. I remember them all, the good times and bad, the fun and sorrows. I can remember mostly how they looked and sounded, although those things also fade with time. But the essence, the personality, the person that they were, remains as clear as when last we met. They are the dear ghosts peopling my past with love and laughs and songs and tears.
Today, they have been not replaced, but followed, by other people whom I love. Such a bounty! My children, each a joy from the day of their births, so different, so alike, so thoughtful and loving and precious in every way. Children do not get old to their mother.....in her mind they are always the same. My beloved Valentines, David, Lisa, Erika.
My grandchildren! The girls so beautiful, the boys so handsome. All of them sweet and loving and kind. My darling Valentines, Anna and Elizabeth and Erik, Tyler, Jack and Jamie.
Erin and Scott, special Valentines. How is it possible to have a better son- and daughter-in-law?
These are the people that I love with all my heart. They have enriched my life and made living to 92 a pleasant journey. I often wish that all the people I love and all the people I have loved, could meet and get to know each other. (I mean in the here- and -now and not in an afterlife, in which I do not believe.) There is so much of them in each other!
Now, let's see if I can figure out how to add all those little hearts to this Valentine........Nope. All I get is a line of <<<<<33333333. Oh, well.... Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
Friday, February 3, 2012
So I have begun upping the bonuses I give my housekeeper, my gardener, and others who make my life easier and who do so by work that is mostly underpaid and burdensome. Our County is one of the poorest in the State and the local paper often publishes stories of neighbors in trouble through accident, illness, home fires, or other tribulations. I send a check to to the bank account listed in the paper. I do not know these people and they do not know me, but I do know that my contribution goes directly to them and their needs and not into a giant fund to get lost among all the others.
I do not know if this is the best way to to go about it. My contributions are (necessarily) modest and charity, even the word, is a touchy thing. It must be very satisfying to be in control of large foundations that are able to make huge contributions for research, education, provision of drugs and food, and other worthy causes. But $25 or $50 or $100 can make a difference to a family burned out of its home, whereas those amounts sent to a large charitable fund often only pay for the cost of sending requests for more.
Jon Carroll, the SF Chronicle columnist, writes a column every Christmas touting what he call the "Untied Way." His system is for you to go to your bank and draw out as many $20 bills as you can afford, plus maybe a few more, and then go down to the Skid Row in your town and hand them out to whoever looks needy, until they are gone. No questions asked. No conditions imposed. Whether the twenty goes for drugs and cheap booze or food and a night's lodging, it has filled a need for a human being. And what else is charity meant to do?
I do not go down to Skid Row at Christmas with my pockets filled with $20 bills. But I do want to help as much as I can in my limited way. Charity begins at home, as the old saying goes. And I do sometimes wish I was filthy rich, so I could help a lot!
I know that I am blessed that I have this dilemma. That I am not shivering on a street corner on Christmas Eve. That I have a small cushion to spare for people who have nothing. It is not much but it is something.
P.S. Let me just say here that I have no shame at all about keeping the various notepads, calendars, and other "free gifts" that accompany many of these charity fund-raising pitches. Things like pocket calculators, cheap jewelry and watches and other trinkets, I give to the local thrift shop. They can do with them whatever conscience dictates. It seems better than throwing it all in the trash.