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I’m writing this kind of stream of thought.
I feel I need to honor Ann now as I probably won’t be making much sense as I grieve in the near future.
Right now she is still with me and I can write this in honor of the fantastic, loving, fierce woman she still is.
Daughter, wife, nurse, mom.
We love you so much!
I’m sitting here next to mom now as I write this. Just watched a hawk startle some pigeons out over the Hartford rooftops I can see from her window.
Its a fine first day of spring, the sky is blue above the smoggy skyline of the city and the buds are beginning to pop on the trees.
Mom is resting peacefully now, I can hear her soft yet strong breathing over the usual hospital sounds just outside the door of her private room; nurses voices, beeping alarms, rolling carts and the sticky tread of sneakered feet.
Mom won a hard fought battle against breast cancer back in ‘82 when I thought the world would end any day when I wasn’t rolling a d20 to help keep Bingham the Brave alive to keep Rangering away, back when imagination and books were the shelter I sought from a fatherless reality.
My mother lost a breast to the beast that is cancer and I will never forget how she asked me to draw her a platinum dragon, an image she would use to destroy the savage cancer while the chemo drugs stripped away her hair, but never her courage or dignity.
Thirty seven years.
That was the gift that my mother was given, the reward she acquired for fighting the fight of her life back in 1982.
Let it be known that our family has been blessed with her presence, wisdom and knowledge for every second of all those years.
Her gardens are full of daffodils, lilies, hibiscus and a multitude of flowers I still haven’t managed to memorize, constantly asking questions and pointing, feeling like a child.
She is my Lily Warrior.
Stalwart and courageous yet sensitive and gentle.
The RN that she was in reality giving way to her katana wielding spirit in my minds’ eye.
Her adventurous, inquisitive nature brought her to many lands and wonders; from the Galapagos Islands to the cities of France, from Buckingham Palace and Stonehenge to the natural beauty of the Pacific northwest, Yellowstone Park and the Everglades.
She was always willing to share these adventures through pictures, her journal entries or just simply by word of mouth, either out on her porch on a warm summer night or holding court at the holiday dinner table.
Right now she is resting, having fought another fight of her life.
Resting up for another journey, another adventure and I wish I could know where it is that she’s going.
I wish she could tell us all about it.
Maybe she’ll see my dad where she’s going.
Her Bingham the Brave.
And a platinum dragon to ride over the seas.
Maybe some day I can go there too.
And she can tell me herself.
I love you mom.
5:58 PM EST
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I am a firm believer in the acquisition of empirical knowledge over propositional knowledge.
Real life over book learning.
This is not to say that learning from books has no value rather that it should be part of the whole learning and life experience.
For me to tell you that you can “only live your life but you can read someone else’s” is actually disingenuous. Case in point, anyone who read Frey’s “A Million Little Pieces” back when it came out in 2003, found out later that they had read a total lie.
To achieve what Kierkgaard referred to as Erfahrung, we need to get out and get face to face with the world around us, that, in order to understand the diverse and multi-faceted nature of the world, of humanity and of the human condition, we need to get out and meet it and talk to it, to recognize and immerse ourselves in the experiential nature of human epistemology. You simply can’t select a book by a “diverse” author and think you will comprehend their experience, their life.
You may acquire some insight by doing so, but to think you’ve found some sort of touchstone of diversity and, thereby an enlightened perspective is fantasy.
This is not to say I am discouraging people from reading as much as they can, on the contrary.
I think you should read as much as you can when you are not out exploring both near and far, meeting all the many people who may or may not look or think like you and having simple conversations.