Year two

Sept 3rd, 2007,


Do not tire
Do not cry

wrote Judah in one of his last notes to me. I laminated this and carry it in my purse, pulling it out when I need to be comforted. Two years a long time, and yet a blink. I emptied his storage locker, donated his furniture to a home for mentally challenged children, kept all his papers and many books, and cd's. I cried, and even at times laughed. Found water colors, sketches, snipets of poetry, hospital greens, law books, playboy magazine, photo magazines, rolls of Bounty, toothpaste, pots and pans. All the items of life. I used the saran wrap, brought the armoir home, sorted papers and felt his presence. I now have at least a dozen novels to read, and many medical books to donate. I will keep a few, as I will keep his jeans that were shreded at the knees, his Sackler sweat shirt, cameras, and force my memory cells to recall every aspect of his life.

I am trying to make a photo album of Judah and will publish it in a few months. If you have anything you want to be included please e mail it to me. Ivorytrust@aol.com.

The hole in my heart will not heal, but a protective shield of his love helps me get through the days.

His Memory is a Blessing.

May the old year with all its curses be gone, and the new one with all its blessings begin.

Martha