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?
There are four lessons - perhaps especially distinguishing in contrast to today's genre of celebrity-politicians - from the life of this Congressman turned Governor turned School Board Member.
I've added Laura's obituary to my file of inspiration for the day when I sit down to write my own obituary -- a task I have to stop putting off.
One of the last remaining dinosaurs to roam our political terrain perished Sunday, July 28th. His name was William Scranton. And he belonged to that vanishing sub-classification known as Moderate Republican.
No parent should have to see their child die, and those who do are members of a club that no one wants to belong to. Donna and I lost our dear son, Stephen, this week at the age of 54.
When I was researching my biography on Stephen Colbert - And Nothing But The Truthiness - I was continually struck by the close relationship he shared with his parents and indeed, with all of his siblings.
Zen Master Wu Bong was the first American Zen student of the late Korean master, Seung Sahn, who founded the internation Kwan Um School of Zen organization.
For all these reasons and more, we celebrate the courage, humanity and optimism of Louis Rosner. We surround Larraine, his friends and family (including his much-adored Kira), in a cocoon love, admiration and unending appreciation.
We felt connected to him because he was so deeply and profoundly connected to what he loved.
Anthony Lewis is dead. I ate his columns in the International Herald Tribune. Devoured them. Cherished them. The sensibility from which those words of his flowed filled me with hope. Fueled me with information.
Grief-evangelism, as I choose to describe what we experienced, is similar to aid-evangelism and both need to be vigorously repudiated by people of all religions.
Dawn Clark Netsch was the first woman I really admired. I was five years old and in awe of her--her voice, her clothes, her ideas. When she spoke, she knew what she was talking about. I wanted my hair cut just like hers. I wanted to grow up and be like her.
Genki Takabayashi, the retired Japanese-born Rinzai Zen teacher, died at his home in Victor, Montana on Monday at age 81.
Rich Stallcup, one of the great ornithologists of his generation, died in December from leukemia at the age of 67. He had a certain aversion for publicity, and his life somehow mimicked the existence of the birds he so loved: intensely pursued, with a graceful passing.