Dear Mack, My guess is that you are now puzzling over the ultimate puzzle, deriving the simultaneous equations in n dimensions that would explain how it is that you can still *be*, though your body has expired. And how it can be that your treasured 1950s high school math text harbored not a clue about […]
Dear Mack, My guess is that you are now puzzling over the ultimate puzzle, deriving the simultaneous equations in n dimensions that would explain how it is that you can still *be*, though your body has expired. And how it can be that your treasured 1950s high school math text harbored not a clue about […]
Diane’s voice embellishes her wonderful writing. I wish you all could have heard her last night. Last nights service for my father in Matt’s words: “More than exhausting, it was draining.” Eulogy: Malcolm Geeslin Miller 08/31/1914-02/02/2007 My father in law spoke to us in riddles, but there was a period in the 70s when he […]
Diane’s voice embellishes her wonderful writing. I wish you all could have heard her last night. Last nights service for my father in Matt’s words: “More than exhausting, it was draining.” Eulogy: Malcolm Geeslin Miller 08/31/1914-02/02/2007 My father in law spoke to us in riddles, but there was a period in the 70s when he […]
I like Jen’s comment. Judging by everyone’s reaction around here, I guess this burial method is rather novel. Anyway, I talked to both funeral homes this morning and the current plan is to pick-up my father in a rented mini van (extended version as the casket is 7’9″ long) on Wednesday morning, and drive him […]
Sunday morning, early, I went back to Deaconess Hospital, walked through the familiar foyer, and the lobby where I’d waited, slept and composed my thoughts, and up the back steps to the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. I found Genny (short for Genevieve), one of Mack’s many nurses, tending to a patient on dialysis. I thanked […]
Last night Jeff and Karen took us to the Firefly Grill. We ate fried okra, fried green tomatoes, fried grits, pulled pork, grilled chicken salad, tomato soup (with a tiny cheese sandwich floating in the center) and a crab cake, all finished with a slice of rich coconut cream pie drizzeled with caramel. We touched […]
I believe our impossibly busy time has come to an end. We arrived in Evansville early and drove directly to the same dirt-cheap place my sister contracted for my mother’s cremation – Gelham Funeral Home run by a father and son and offering services way below scale. We filled out the necessary forms, chatted about […]
Diane and I fly to Evansville today, leaving this morning at 9 AM. Matthew joins us in the afternoon, and Brian tomorrow. Monday night we’ll have a similar memorial service for my father as we did for my mother at Patchwork Central . Mostly friends remembering.Wednesday, if all goes according to my plan, Diane and […]
I like that thought – rest in peace. I’m not sure who gets to rest now, but this morning at about 5:30 AM my father, Malcolm G Miller, died in his hospital bed with his son, Peter, by his side. Peter held his hand and whispered words of affection in Mack’s ear. My father’s great […]
I’ve got nothing left. Anyone out there want to contribute something for the masses? Otherwise, I’ll post more spinning daisies and cat’s cozying up to warm fires.
One fine video of the behind-the-scenes rehearsal and performance of Schubert’s “The Trout.” (Itzhak Perlman, Daniel Barenboim, Jacqueline Du Pré, Zubin Mehta and Pinchas Zukerman)