Friday, December 11, 2009

Deaths during the holidays

It is always sad to lose someone, but especially during the holidays. Right around Christmas my friend, Kathy, who I visited with in Cape Cod this summer, lost her sister. Maureen, to cancer. Her sister lived in Peoria where we grew up. She was diagnosed and several weeks later lost her life. I guess it is comforting to know that Maureen didn't suffer.

Right after I returned home this week, a long time school friend and friend of the family died. He went to school with my brother and had been ill for awhile. He suffered a stroke and had many complications after that. He was only in his mid-50's. Doug was a fire batallion chief with the Peoria fire department. Today, after his funeral there will be a long processional of firemen that worked under him and others around the area. A great tribute to a great young man.

And, then, a few days ago another friend passed away here in Athens -- only 58 years old. His daughter was Alan's first girlfriend in high school and they have remained close. We visited with his daughter who now lives in NYC when we were there for the US Open. It was such a shame to lose him -- he was very prominent in the UGA music department and his accomplishments outside of teaching were enormous.

I'm much more emotional now than I used to be and these have hit me hard -- perhaps because they were all around my age -- you just never know. Rest in peace my friends.

1 comment:

Kathy NC said...

Dad and I watched the Meryl Streep film, Julie and Julia which is about a contemporary girl in Queens, NY who writes a blog about Cooking every recipe in the Julia Child cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Since Dad has alzheimer's, it's hard to find a movie that Dad and I can both enjoy, so this was a great mix of 1920s Paris and today's modern movie.

Well, I became inspired to cook a chicken. I know how silly that sounds when you can buy a $4.99 rotisserie chicken at any grocery store, but I know how much my Dad loves chicken and wanted to make a real one, from scratch.

So I baked and basted until the most beautiful golden bird emerged from my oven. I felt a little Julia Child-ish myself.

I set the table, got Dad seated with a nice glass of tea and went back to the kitchen to carve the perfectly rested masterpiece.

As I rounded the corner, I caught sight of our beloved dog, Claire with my chicken in her mouth!

In seconds, my chicken was gone, in twenty delicious pieces on the carpet of my living room.

So Dad and I had peanut butter sandwiches for dinner. He even commented a few times how delicious it was and how much he loved peanut butter and jelly.

Sorry Julia.