I was sitting in Starbuck's this afternoon nursing a soy latte while reading the current issue of The Week. And there it was -- an obituary for Andy Williams. He died two weeks ago at age 84 fighting bladder cancer. This was news to me as I'd been away at a spiritual retreat at the time and missed the reports of his passing.
Two days ago, the day before Mom died, Sis, cousin Maia, niece Deborah, my daughter Unmi, and I (I hope I remember correctly who was there!) were gathered around her bed in her San Jose apartment, holding hands. Her favorite music was playing -- an Andy Williams CD. And we were all singing along with Andy. Mom, too, as best she could, even if sometimes only mouthing the words.
Can't Get Used to Losing YouShortly before 9:30 the next evening, "yesterday", a battery of birds fluttered noisily away from the bushes outside Mom's window. At the very same moment, in Tucson, Arizona, two small poodle puppies belonging to Graciela, my ex-wife and friend of nearly 40 years, went crazy barking and running wildly about the house as never before.
Hawaiian Wedding Song
And so it goes.