Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sal,
We came to know you in your fifth and sixth decade of life. All the childhood, adolescent, and youthful memories are not ours, but through endless funny and poignant stories from you, we came to know you well.
The early days in Brooklyn, the Chicken store, and childhood pranks, being called "Blackie", and bitten by a German Shepherd,guarding a bar in N.Y.,all stories with a humorous twist, that would put a twinkle in his eye, and leave all of us helpless with laughter.
Sal, we got to know you quickly, because that was your way. Within two weeks, we were fast friends and neighbors....you would have it no other way. You were so interested in people, and really got to know them. We traversed along this human frail life, comparing notes,doctors, medications,and what procedure might be next. And for you, Sal, we stopped our comparative count. We would laugh, but knew it was serious stuff.
All throughout this fabric of your life, was Maryann, woven with love and dedication, as only the other half of ourselves could be.
You will be missed dearly,by your children, and all of us who love you. Now.who do I look for, when I opn my front door? Mike and Karen
Let me slep, fo my soul is intoxicated with love,
And let me rest, for my spirit has had it's bounty of days ans nights:
Lament me not, but sing songs of youth and joy:
Shed not tears upon me, but sing of harvestand the winepress:
Utter no sigh of agony, but draw upon my face, with your finger
The symbol of love and joy.
Disturb not the air's tranquility with chanting and requiems,
But let your hearts singwith me, the song of eternal life:
Mourn me not with apparel of black,
But dress in color, and rejoice with me;
Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts;
Close your eyes, and you wil see me wth you forevermore.
Ihave passed a mountain peak, and my soul is soaring,
In the firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
The songs of the waves, and tge hymns of the streams,
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs are reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity,
In exact harmony with my spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteneness;
Iam incomfort; I am in Peace
Kahlil Gibran (from Karen anotnd Mike)
