She didn't remember me but flashed a lovely smile that was her trademark. I wasn't offended, but grateful that I had been among the multitude of friends who were privileged to know her. Joan Mondale was a gracious and lovely person.
America just lost a real war hero. But few know his name. That's because Pete Lutken's heroics took place in the remote jungles of Burma during World War II as part of covert Allied efforts to defeat the Japanese.
The officers were seeking suspects in a purse snatching, which had occurred at a nearby drug store. The "probable cause" used for the stop was the physical description: two black males, one taller than the other. "You're kidding, right?" asked the passenger. Well, they weren't kidding. They were serious.
A constant companion, a dog bears witness to your life and history without judgement. So when our middle dog, 13-year-old dog Tia passed away suddenly, last week of an apparent stroke due to a blood clot, it caught us by surprise.
She didn't email or have a computer, but she had something better than that for communicating: a generous heart.
The staring dog, his beloved passed-on pet, whom he painted into one of his Cajun Bayou scenes to explosive popularity, is part of sixteen other museum and permanent collections, and currently four feature collections.
A horrid year -- good riddance, you say? / But did you forget to celebrate gay / Marriage (with apparel) in Jersey and Maine, / Maryland, Hawaii? The tide has changed. / All right, it's true, the government shut down.
What if thousands, or millions of us wanted to be remembered because our lives touched others, and made the world just that much better?
Cast All Good Intentions and Things, Ancestors, Positive Cosmic Energy, Divine Spirits, Faith, Hope, Courage, Sympathy, Forgiveness, Peace, Empathy, ...
Death is not the final victory. Nothing can silence the voice of Nelson Mandela - not Robben Island, not death. His words are eternal. His voice will echo throughout time.
John Kennedy was not a simple man, nor was much about him simple. While he evoked hatred in some, he spelled promise for many, and hope that our democracy would include justice for the poor as well. And yes too, he had charisma, which is not all bad by any means.
At the memorial service on Monday, there were at least 400 people and an estimated 50 of them were wearing white chef jackets. The pastor likened eating with Charlie Trotter to the sacrament of breaking bread.
Tarla Dalal was a woman with a mission to change the culture of Indian cooking. She never spoke loudly about this mission, but it was apparent even up to the day before she died, for she had just come back from travelling to give a cooking demonstration.
The other day I Googled myself and came up with an obituary. On a site devoted to remembering recently deceased loved ones, I found an entry for Roz Warren which began: 'Roz, your leaving has created a void which can never be filled.'
Seeing that Cal Worthington had died made me sad, a hole having been bored by his passing representing a further Swiss cheesing of the once unchinked ...
As I mourn Homer's death, I celebrate his life. Who could have foreseen, when I first adopted him as a tiny, blind kitten, all the lives he would touch, all the people who would love him, how much of a difference his life would make?