An efficient on site manager, local CEO for a retirement apartment chain, I always admired your style. Energetic and crisp. You dressed the role. It wasn’t beneath you to roll up your sleeves, serve meals or clear tables in the dining room. You’ve since moved on to open a new site. On your game.
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107/365: Barbara N
Published November 8, 2008 Acquaintances , Admired , Seattle , Uncategorized Leave a CommentReconnected with you after 15 years; email a decent substitute for an in person visit. You’ve a lot to teach me about living a full life. Balanced and wise, you offer me the benefits of your life struggles. You learned that it’s OK to be happy. My beautiful friend whose smile sits behind every word.
Energetic caregiver. You work long hours at the AFH and I wonder if you ever get decent time off. You are Anna’s “right hand”; planning, purchasing, watching, supervising all that happens. Always baking. Creative and fun loving, you plan parties and play blackjack with impaired residents teaching them the rules over and over again.
First wife of Mr. Harry you were considerably younger than he. Perky, blonde, in great shape; you’d run with him through Discovery Park on weekends. I watched as you two enjoyed leisurely grilled dinners with white wine and cloth napkins from your deck on summer evenings. He did the same with the second wife.
Our one time neighbor, we called you Mr. Harry although your name was Bruce. Suave and buff, a bicyclist, you had a penchant for nice looking blondes. Those two wives could have been twins. You’d eat dinner over a bottle of white wine on your deck in nice weather. Everything you did looked staged.
You lie there like a corpse, barely breathing, illness eating at you. If we could talk, I doubt you’d want all this misguided intervention on your behalf. No purpose, no reason. I’m troubled that your family can’t accept your impending demise and hope for swift passage and peace for those you leave behind. Blessings.
Met you San Francisco at Blogher; you read from your blog and I’ve followed ever since. You inspired me to write the x365; your posts so rich with insight. Known on line as Schmutzie, married to the Palinode, you are “out there” but yet not. Your life sounds complex, bumpy, but shimmering with purpose.
100/365: Sally H
Published November 1, 2008 Acquaintances , Admired , Musings , Teenage Leave a CommentKnew you in high school but not well. We reconnected on Facebook months back. I feel small; overwhelmed by your accomplishments, your smarts and savvy. A professor of Philosophy at MIT; who would ever predict? Like piloting a shuttle to the moon, I could never do what you’ve done. I’m impressed and in awe.
For years you visited almost yearly around Halloween. We go way back to freshman year at Cornell when I thought your name was Perry but it was really Doug. A master with words, intuitive, witty, wise, and charming you are dear to my heart. Ever faithful. Close friends for decades, I’ll always love you.
You left academic Nephrology during my fellowship for private practice. I thought you a pretty good doctor and teacher and wondered why you elected to leave. Serious but with a funny streak, your last name was perfect for this field of ours: Foley. Wonder what life has sent your way this last twenty years.
