My Nana Blanket

I just found this poem I had written in 1991:



MY NANA BLANKET

My Nana blanket, it keeps the warmth in site
It falls off my bed just about every nite

Nana knitted it for many days
And I've used it in several ways

The odd colors are brown, green and gold
In my possesion it's 8 years old

Though a graduation gift years after it was made
Mom kept it so the memories wouldn't fade

Done with time, patience and care
Unable to say thanks, it isn't fair

Unique to me, but I'm not the only one
Where Nana-blankets have gone from daughter to son

And when Mom said, "she made this one for you"
Cherish my Nana blanket I must do

- Richard Wesley Martin Warren
5/91

This photo is from Christmas 1991 during our annual Christmas Eve "play." Where I read the poem. I was 25 years old:

"Sibling Poem" by Susy

PROLOGUE TO SIBLING POEM

Today my daughter, soon to give birth to her first was wondering aloud the pros and cons of having more than one child.

Tonight my brother sent me a heartbreaking poem about a deceased one’s first Christmas in heaven. Reading it tears rolled down my eyes and I moaned in sorrow because our mother died a few months ago and we will soon have our first Christmas without her.

My daughter said she didn’t want to referee fighting siblings. But I told her when they grow up, “they’ll have each other”. Our parents told us that too. When you are a kid caught up in a kid world of competition and fighting and scrambling for space and attention, you don’t care. You can’t imagine there will come a day, when you grow up and really need each other, a day when you are glad you “have each other”.

That day has come and it is here now. Although I have long ago become an adult who appreciates her siblings, it is only now that their existence has become crucial to me. Without them I’m not sure I could cope with this overwhelming sorrow of the death of our mother.


SIBLING POEM

It is their sameness that saves me now:
We had the same parents
Grew up in the same house
Sat at the same table for dinner
Went to the same church and school wearing the same hand me down uniforms.

I looked at your face at the funeral and you were broken in pain.
I look at you strangely, how can you be this hurt?
You must have loved her, I know she loved you.
I want to comfort you, and doing so helps me.
Then it is my turn to cry, and you hold me too.

You have the same nose, or mouth, or eyes, or bodytype
Or hair, or skintone or teeth—like his or hers or some combination.
There are many combinations and similarities when there are 12 of us.
12 broken hearts can fill a river with tears.

I walk to the river alone to cry my sorrow
Then I see you on the other shore.
I know your face,
You are the same as me,
Broken in the same place in your heart,
The place reserved permanently for mother love,
Where the one who carried you into life
Has left this life and left you here without her.

If not for the mirror we become for each other
I think I could break
For you are her son
You are her daughter
Your heart is broken like mine
And it is only in turning my head to watch your tear-streaked face
That I can stand still in the eye of this storm.

Because you exactly know my sorrow,
I am not alone on this tenuous land between life and death.
You hold me more to life.
Your sameness in sorrow over our mother
Gives sensation to my numb feet.
Now I feel the ground under me
Dirt: soft and warm then hard and cool.
I bend my knees and let gravity pull my weight down
Where I feel more this earth supporting me.
And then I can breathe more easily again.
You, my sorrowful sibling, are the new ground beneath my feet.

VSS
12-11-2006

My First Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas Trees, around the world below
With tiny lights like heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away your tears.
For I am sharing Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs, that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare, with the Christmas choir here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
It’s far beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me. I see the pain within your heart.
But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me, loved ones. You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I’m spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift, from the heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory, of my undying love.
After all “Love” is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
For I can’t count the blessings, or the love He has for you.
So, have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away those tears,
For I am sharing Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

Dad's First Email

A note dictated by Vin from Dad/Grandpa on his VERY FIRST EMAIL! He says, "maybe last email"...jokes are the best.

I am having a great time at Susy and Steve's-getting spoiled with good food, good exercise and good rest. The weather here has been beautiful-for November-ideal not to hot or cold, and a little shower today clears the air.Kenny, Ricky and I arrived Wednesday night. On the way we did not stop at Buttonwillow like Maria, but stopped at Bakersfield. We were not "stuck" there but went on to San Marcos.Thursday we had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and get together with the family. Friday we went to the Wild Animal Park and saw lions, and tigers and bears-oh my! At the park heading for the restroom, I saw a girl with a straw hat like Susy was wearing. I put my hands on her shoulders from behind, and it wasn't her! As she turned around, I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were my daughter". She laughed and the man with her answered, "Everybody says that."We saw King Kong but Fay Wray wasn't with him, so we moved on. Carson and all the kids got a big kick out of the lions, who only had a glass between them (a strong glass, I hope!) Then we went to the Hortons and met little Collin and his mother Robin Wiebe. He's cute as a button with strong Horton hands and legs.Saturday we went to the meditation gardens and meditated alot, and went to the beach and walked alot. Then we went to a Mexican restaurant across the street from the beach. The restrooms said hombres y damas and in my poor Spanish, I figured damas was like the song, "there is nothing like a dame" so the other room must have been for men. (just a little joke).We drank some Mexican beer to help their economy...so we might be emigrating there some day! Later, Kenny, Tim, Rick, Anita took us to Harrahs Indian casino, gambled for two hours, and broke even, which is a big plus! (At least I broke even).Sunday, 9 o'clock we went to a Lutheran service to baptize Collin and met the rest of the Wiebe's. They are not the Walter Wiebes or the Wiebe Hotel (Hollister joke). We met Robin's parents and grandparents who came from Arizona for the baptism. They were very cordial. I told Robin that she was now part of the family. (fortunately or unfortunately). The Lutheran Mass uses the exact liturgical service as the Catholics. After the service I spoke with the minister and told him, "We have more in common than differences". He said, "Yes, you are gradually coming around." Everybody laughed. We went to the French Bakery in Escondido for lunch and met a Phillipino lady that we had just seen at the Lutheran service. Anita said, "We just saw you at the Lutheran service but we are Catholics." She answered, "I am Catholic too but married to Lutheran; two of my sisters are Catholic nuns. I go to his service and he goes to mine." Then we went to a noon Mass at Anita's parish. The Catholic service was longer due to RCIA service for 13 people. We were therefore involved in Church services for 3 hours. I WAS AFRAID OF GETTING THE STIGMATA FROM TOO MUCH RELIGION, SO I CHECKED MY WRISTS. Steve joked that next we could go to a Buddhist service or back to the meditation garden.It was wonderful to see Bonny, John and Brendon; Doug, Joey and Johan (who is 6 feet tall); Dave, Maria and Carson; Susy, Steve, Zac and Stuart; Tim, Anita, David, Samara, Nicki, and Alana; Robin and Collin;NOTHING LIKE FAMILY FOR THANKSGIVING!
Love and Peace to you,
Dad

Thanksgiving Diego Style

Update: Photos are 1) Cardiff by the Sea at sunset; 2) Wild Animals at the Wild Animal Park

Here with sister Maria on Thanksgiving night at sister Vin's in San Marcos. 19 for traditional 'Gammy' style dinner. This morning we played some serious basketball a block from the house. 6' Johan beat his Uncles for the first time in H-O-R-S-E. The meal was served early to accomodate sister Anita going to work, so we ate at 1:30. After some rest (Maria adds, "You! rested - We cleaned") we played kickball which Carson suggested, boys against the girls. Ask us who won. After fun and games we enjoyed sister Bonny's delicious pumpkin pies -- 2 w/ candy pecans & fresh whipped cream. Tomorrow we're going to The Wild Animal Park, including Dad. Most of us will be meeting baby Collin for the first time there. Hope your Thanksgiving was a good one as well.

SFJAZZ bowling tournament CHAMP!

Annually, following the busy month-long San Francisco Jazz Festival, SFJAZZ has a de-brief meeting, burger lunch and bowling tournament. This year was no exception.

Following the de-brief, in which we go over what worked (lot's of applause) and what didn't (constructive criticism) we all enjoy burgers, fries, shakes, etc. at Mo's upstairs from the bowling alley at Yerba Buena Gardens. After a brief delay our group of about 20 took over 4 lanes and randomly competed in good spirits for a few games. After having to leave early the last few years, I settled in and watched as our Communications Associate, Rob, hit a game 1 high of 138. That moderate score was the one to beat.

After some more laughs, and falls to the floor we stumbled on. In my second game I scored 152 which then became the new score to beat. A few were threatening in their 2nd attempt including Randall, our Executive Director, who kept a close eye on me. In his final frame he only needed a strike or spare plus 2 for the win; and as his nature would suggest he knew exactly what he needed. He missed his spare and I was crowned with the high score...with my the modest score. Today, I threatened to wear a bowling shirt with "CHAMP" in cursive above the pocket but feared being labeled "the most competitive person in the office" again.

Bonny on being a Grandmother

I am overjoyed at being a Grandmother to Jade Brie Wear who is 17 months old. Two years ago we went to dinner in Los Angeles with Brian & Santa. We picked them up and they presented us with a poem in a picture frame for the first picture when their first child would be born in April or May of 2005 and was I excited to hear the news. In December of 2005 we went to Kailua & Honolulu for a 3 week visit. Santa went to get a ultrasound and Brian & I were in the room when we saw that it would most likely be A GIRL! To see her in the womb in excellent condition as Santa was 5 ½ months along brought tears to our eyes. When Jade was born on April 20th of 2005 at 8lbs. 3 ozs. and healthy after Santa had PUPPS disease and had to deliver 10 days early, was such a relief. When went to Hawaii when Jade was one month and stayed 2 weeks and upon seeing my precious Grand-daughter for the 1st. time at the airport was full circle remembering Brian's birth 35 years before. Even though we live so far away, Brian & Santa E-mail pictures every week. We call each other often and Jade listens to my voice. I say this is Grandma Bonny and I hear her chuckle on the phone. She is a beautiful and has such a cute personality. We are planning to visit in January or February of next year in Lanai to see my special princess of a Grand-daughter!
Love,
Sister Bonny

Grandma from Rochelle

Photo collage by Rochelle.

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Sister Bonny helps welcome in new life

When John was in the hospital I spoke more Spanish in 4 days that I have spoken in years. A young Mexican couple aged 24 & 22 were having their first baby and she arrived at 5AM and delivered at 11:10 PM. In the middle of that day I saw the new mother-to-be and said if my Mom could have 12 children you can have your first child. She passed away in July and she will guide you along with my wonderful brother-in-law David who worked with pregnant teens in a Continuation High School. I visited with the family speaking in English & Spanish and was with the family when baby Camilla was born and I saw her birth pictures. We all danced and sang Feliz Cumpleanos! The 4 year old cousin Andres wanted to sleep in his "comfy bed" and I said I do too after spending 2 nights on 2 chairs next to John. The next morning I visited the new parents with the baby who was 6lbs. 4 ozs. and gave them a card and a pink teddy bear holding a blanket from the gift shop. They were so excited about their new daughter and I was too being a part of a new life. I think I missed my calling as I worked as a Ward Clark at Hazel Hawkins Hospital when I was a Gavilan College on the week-ends which I loved. Take care and thinking of all of you and especially Mom.

Love,

Sister Bonita (#2 1/2)

No Rest for the Weary

I've been too busy to post to my blog of late. In the midst of the 24th annual San Francisco Jazz Festival, while simultaneously working at KQED more of late, I have little time for much else but work work work. Today, my only day off from The Festival, I did a full shift at the Q, as we call it. It hasn't been all bad I've been lucky enough to witness some genius musicians, included the great latin showman Arturo Sandoval as well as Sonny Rollins and many others while on breaks. Honestly though, when asked about the music I often admit that I am too busy working to actually enjoy it, even if I hear a song or two it's with my mind elsewhere usually. Our concerts range from intimate solo piano concerts to full fledged jazz funk bands like Meshell Ndgeocello.

Back at it for week 3 with 11 concerts in 5 days, I have something to do with each of them, but will be physically working the Front of House for 8 of them including a rare appearance by Alice Coltrane, John's widow.

The Festival ends Nov. 12, and I look foward to a few days off after where Gia and I will get away to a secret location followed shortly after by a trip to San Diego for Thanksgiving weekend with my Dad and brother Ken. Looking foward to seeing family and going to a warmer climate, as the winter has seemed to arrive today in SF, just after the time change.

Halloween will include a staff meeting, production meeting, basketball game (I'm in a league now) and maybe a quick visit to nearby Castro Street to gawk at the 10's of thousands of revelars.

Josefa connects with Delilah re: Mama

My Mama died. I am one of 12 kids. She was 88. She died peacefully at home. I took care of her the last weekend of her life. My Dad is alive. The greatest gift my mother gave me is to reach out and help others even if you are down. She also taught not to be judgemental and accept others differences no matterwhat. We all miss Mama and all came together to celebrate her life with a wonderful rosary, mass and party afterwards. All her relatives were there. Her only sister just recently overcame cancer but still came to see Mama almost everyday. DELILAH I WANT TO THANK YOU BECAUSE LISTENING TO YOUR SHOW EVERY NIGHT HAS HELPED THRU THIS GRIEVING TIME. Right now I am telling all my sibs about your show. I lost my voice 4 days ago due to grief and talking, I want my father Wes to know that he did a great job taking care of Mama as did all my bro and sisters who came to help. My brother Kevin came every week for 3 to 4 days. He is so sweet and we all love him for making Mamas life so comfortable up to the end.
Thanks, Josefa Ruth Warren-Snider Number 8

Josefa,
I am so very sorry for the loss of your sweet Mother. I know how hard it is to say goodbye to someone you love so much. I pray that the Lord will send His angels to comfort you and to guide you through the grieving process.

I pray that with every day and with every step you take, you will begin to have peace in your heart and a smile on your face as you think of special memories you shared with your precious Mama.

May God bless you and heal your heart as you wait for the day He returns to renite us all with our loved ones.

Delilah

www.delilah.com
1-88-633-5452

Jazz Festival starts

Today is the start of the 24th Annual San Francisco Jazz Festival and runs through November 12. The fall festival is the trademark event of SFJAZZ. There have been several name changes to the festival and the organization, including Jazz in the City. We have volunteers who go back to the early years. Randall Kline is the Executive Director and Founder.

I am the Volunteer Coordinator and Sr. House Manager. Since we don't use any one venue (concert hall) there are alot of logistics that go into presenting the shows; and much of that is my job. I am responsible for the Front of House which includes scheduling volunteers (about 250), coordinating with house managers and venue contacts and working with the artists or their managers to arrange merchandise sales. Our Production Manager, Cecilia, handles the Back of House or everything that is on the stage. Each Tuesday during the festival I run the production meetings where all the information we've collected from departments is outlined and we make sure we're all on the same page. This weekend we have five shows in three days. Next week we have nine shows in five days. So one has to be ahead of the game. I've been assembling this miscellaneous information and scheduling volunteers for about three months. One season tends to either run into the next or overlap, as we just completed our free summer series. SFJAZZ presents about 100 shows a year.

On my mind today is our opening day concert with the SFJAZZ High School All-Stars, a free noon concert in Union Square. This will be followed by meetings, phone calls and the volunteer orientation at 6pm where new and lapsed volunteers will gather to get general information and be able to ask questions. It's going to be an especially busy day.

The pay-off of all this work is going to the concerts where I serve as the Front of House Manager for most shows, about 30 out of 35 concerts. I dress in a suit and tie, so I've gotten my shirts pressed in advance and organized a growing tie collection. At the shows I work with the volunteers I've scheduled, where I get to see all the familiar faces. We also present about 8 special events before or during the shows with wine and cheese which I help manage.

Hope you can come out the festival sometime. The website is www.sfjazz.org

Trenton the Banana Slug/Operations Manager

Last Christmas I was lucky enough to pick my nephew Trenton's name as a secret Santa. He had recently moved to Santa Cruz to attend UCSC (the Banana Slugs). After his girlfriend moved out she told me he needed a few basic things so I bought him some towels, a hamper and a Banana Slug cap.

Nearly a year later we caught up at a local ice cream shop where he ordered (grandpa) Wes' favorite: a chocolate malt. Gia joined us and we each had a humble ice cream cone. This reminded me of the time that Kevin and I took Trenton to San Diego for Anita's wedding and stopped in at a country cafe. Telling him he could have anything on the menu he surprised us by ordering the 2 by 2 by 2 by 2 which Kevin and I each startingly realized was 2 eggs, 2 sausages, 2 bacons and 2 pancakes. The waitress asked if wanted 2 orange juices, and the way I remember it he just said, "yes." LOL. Good times! Later that weekend Kevin and "T" drove home in Steve's old Honda Civic and affectionately named it the "shakey mobile."

Trenton's current car looks shakey too, but he claims it's in good running order, just without a front bumper.

After Trenton got off work last Sunday night we were able to relax at the ice cream parlor and converse about life, work and studies. Finding out that he is deep into computer programming and has a background from junior college in Sacramento in a different platform than what he's been offered at U.C. He's managing to wing it and learn the new platform while working full-time at 24 Hour Fitness as a Operations Assistant. He currently has Friday's and Saturdays off. The company is trying to find a way to promote him to Operations Manager where he'll have more responsibilities regardless of his school load. The District Manager made it clear that he's far more equipped than the last few managers he's worked for.

Good luck to Trenton and keep drinking those Wes malts you Banana Slug!

"The Hand" by Nicki Horton

Life starts with a baby and ends with a tear
It goes by so fast that you’re overcome with fear

You’re happy you’re sad
You’re mad you’re glad
You think life couldn’t get this bad

Then a hand is set upon your shoulder
Knocking your fears away like a giant boulder

A river washes all your troubles away
Sending them out your opposite way

This hand watches over you
It sees everything you do

This hand may take the ones you love
And store them up way above

It may have been your friend, child, or wife
But trust me their leading a way better life

This hand brought them to where they should be
Which is watching over you and me

Now are you getting what I'm trying to say?
So pay attention each and every day

You know who the hand belongs to
The one who created me and you

-Nicki Horton (my niece, age 12)

Isolation

It's 1:30 in the morning following a Friday night. Gia is in isolation for Radioactive treatment and I'm at her sister's; not far from home. Who is the one isolated? She's told to keep a distance from others, especially pregnant women and children. One may have brief contact, just not prolonged or too close, but Gia refuses to allow me or others to take any chances. She's been sick all day. Tomorrow should be better and by Sunday we hope she's well and able to eat normal foods again. It's been weeks of cooking at home, no salts, no dairy and more dishes than we care to remember in our small kitchen without a dishwasher.

Now that the landlord has called a halt to construction that went on right next door and delayed the water being shutoff until Monday, we're hoping Gia will get some rest and peace. Their tarp still remains in the hallway, a stark reminder that they aren't finished yet. The Netflix movies keep coming, but Gia's not up for them. My choices of the "7 Up" documentary series and "Angels in America" aren't appealing, but neither is her main stays of Oprah or Dr. Phil, nor the new Ray Lomantagne or Christina Aguliera CD's. Nothing seems to satisfy when you're sick. But like her surgery in April, this too shall pass. I am reminded of last summer when my ankle was the size of a softball, but that's wasn't nearly as bad as repeated hospital visits.

Following in the footsteps of Mom's death life has continued to challenge this year. But the glass is half full, the weather is beautiful and tomorrow I'll have lunch with my favorite nephew (no offense to Brian, Brendon, Trenton, Johan, Quinlan and Carson). And soon my baby and I will be together again, and the tears and isolation will cease.

Don Kimball dies

Why am I sharing this news on my blog?

At one time Fr. Don was someone I looked up to very much. A charismatic priest with an uncanny ability to remember virtually everyone's name and inspire the youth of the Catholic church like no other I knew. A DJ and radio personality he used modern music, interesting stories and motivating lectures on a circuit that included the entire nation. I first met Fr. Don when I was only 11 or 12 as he came to Monterey Diocese alot in the 70's. Later in the mid-80's I happened to attend Sonoma State and his Cornerstone Media was a long bike ride away in Santa Rosa, so I became part of the core team while a Jr. in college. The next year, my last, I worked for the company (@ $5 an hour) on brochures and was the designated computer person. Don affectionately named the computer hard drive, "Rick." Soon I was doing radio spots and they were being distributed nationally. I was the first team member to voice for his "One on One" radio show. My topic was on teen suicide, using modern music. I worked under Anna Scally and met many new friends who were either in High School or College. Don was travelling alot and was hard to pin down. My admiration waned over the years, and we had one significant run-in before I graduated and left the area. I had previously imagined travelling the circuit as a junior Don Kimball, but that wasn't in the cards. Thank God.

Many years later it was revealed that Don was stripped of his collar and accused of molesting many young people. I am not one to pass judgement but I have to believe this is no misunderstanding. A flawed man, Kimball had many qualities we looked up to. But apparently, with his volital personality and a pension for drinking wine, he had a very dark side. It came to haunt him so many years later and he was convicted of sex abuse, and soon went on Connie Chung's show to profess his innocence. The U.S. Supreme Court overturned his case due to a statute of limitations law, and he did only 10 months for striking a photographer. A link to the whole story is below.

I have no tolerence for sexual predators. I believe that you can not trust everyone. Priests included. However, it is my belief that many priests are among the most understanding and giving people I've known. And yet I would never condone anything Don did, I am sorry for what become of him. How sad, and yet what a relief.

Ex-priest Kimball, convicted in sex abuse, found dead
Body of former Sonoma County youth minister found in Windsor town house
9/16/06
By MARY CALLAHANAND GUY KOVNERTHE PRESS DEMOCRAT
Donald W. Kimball, the charismatic Catholic youth minister convicted of molesting a 13-year-old girl, was found dead at a Windsor town house early Friday, police said.
See story below

Ride #1: Mill Valley Coffee Run/BBQ

Sue, Russ, Jeanne, Lilia, David, Mark, Kate, Kurt, Kim, Courtney, Julie, Rowdy, Emily, Hillary and Susan. Just a handful of ol' friends I got to see on the BBQ/Thank You ride this Saturday. Seeing all those familiar faces, whom I missed since last June, was such a comforting way to "start" the season. Officially we'll kick off the season in mid-October, and I may not ride too regularly until November, truth be told. After 2 years of training for 6-9 months each year I've determined that 6 is about enough for me. I recommend more for newbies, and especially those who don't ride a bike to commute or are just beginning to ride period. Two such young women I came to know yesterday when Russ introduced me joking, "Rick, you like pretty women - why don't you meet these two young ladies." Turns out Britney and Ilene were in fact as new as can be. Neither of them really having ridden a bike much, they were embarking on the beginning of what is sure to be an incredible journey. One that takes courage, strength, perserverance, fundraising, money and the ability to down right enjoy yourself. Britney is the more outgoing of the two, and was riding a gorgeous new road bike that she had purchased awhile back but hadn't ridden much. Ilene was on a slightly old school road bike that I believe she enherited from a friend. Her bike failed her toward the end of the 20 mile journey, when her peddle came off. Fortunately I was able to adise a visit to Mike's Bikes, as it happened right in front of there. Her part was rare and not available in the store but after some debate the mechanic rigged a shorter crank. We soon nicknamed her "I-Lean" and we were on our way over the Golden Gate Bridge once again, just in time for the BBQ and meeting up with old (and new) friends with hotdog, hamburgers and a raffle to boot.

AIDS/LifeCycle 6 Kicks Off!

The AIDS/LifeCycle 6 (June 3-9, 2007) training season kicks off in earnest this Saturday with a ride and BBQ. We are going to do what we do best: ride and eat, not necessarily in that order. You'll note this photo, which was taken of one of our support vehicles during last years ride - says it all. Well, nearly all. We raised a little sum of $8,000,000 as well. It seems like yesterday we were riding to LA for ALC5.

Soon I'll have an ALC homepage and be asking for support/donations again. But in the meantime, if you are interested in riding, being a roady or finding out more, go to the AIDS/LifeCycle link I have provided to the right of this post. And I'll eat an extra burger for you after my first ride of the season to Mill Valley. Here's hoping for good weather. Peace, Rick

P.S. The first person to answer and put it in the comments below to this question wins an ALC bracelet: What is the significant change for the upcoming ride, as opposed to past years? Hint: you'll need to look at the photo above and the ALC link.

Add Your Own Comments

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Amari is 1/2 year old!

One of my best friends is my own nephew, Alton. Most of the family still call him Altie. I call him "D." Don't ask why, but I think it's derived from the nickname Altie D. At only 5 years younger than me (yes, I was an Uncle at 5) we are more peers than not. Through all our lives we've lived about 100 miles or more from each other, except for a time when he was in "The Bay" as he likes to call it. Through all our years of growing up, trips to tahoe, the great bike tour (with his Dad David in 1984), good and not-as-memorable relationships, young adulthood and now - we've remained close. Now that Altie has a son, Amari, it is a great pleasure to see him so happy to be a father and for me to share in that joy. I can hardly believe I'm a Great Uncle for the second time. My other nephew Brian has a girl, Jade, and they live in Lanai, Hawaii. Altie told me today, "I think it would do me some good to get away and talk to one of my best friends in the world." Here's to more good times and to Amari on the occassion of his 1/2 year Birthday...which is today. These pictures were taken a few weeks ago by Peggy in her backyard:

Vin's friend George shares experience of loss

When my mother died a psychiatrist I was working with at the time said something to me that resonated with my experience. He said that our relationships with our mothers start before we are born and so it begins at a time when there are no words to describe the relationship, especially the dependency part of it. So, when our mother is gone there is a way, impossible to express in words, in which we are alone in the world. Even though the days when my mother was taking care of me were far in the past, and even though, if anything I was now taking care of her, there was a feeling of loneliness and insecurity that I felt when she died...it seemed like something to share because it helped me deal with some of the kind of surprising feelings that I went through all those many years ago.
-George

"Ar dheis de a h'anam dilis"-from Jackson

I have a very strong memory of your mother from her trip to Ireland, her sense of fun and her energy, her strong personality (Gosh, I wonder did anybody else inherit that!) and the warmth that she gave off as a person. As I type this I can see her face as it was then. I still have photographs as well at home of that time and that is how I prefer to remember her and how I shall keep her in my mind and heart. She was truly a person who made an impression on people. I don't know if all your family, being closer to her and having known her longer, saw her this way but I would have to say she made a very stong impression on me that has never left since then. I hope it never does. She was a remarkable woman in many ways, in the most positive way. Ar dheis de a h'anam dilis (Her soul on God's right hand)
Love, Jackson (Josefa's friend in Ireland)

KenE@60

Sticky Ricky blogs while Nini cries
Petie's family walks and Kevino goes home
Toey calls
'Ria shares and Cefe(rina) writes
Sean-y-boy coaches
Vinny gets poetic
Bon Bon keeps us straight and Pegley parties
Ken E. turns 60
Dad's a widower
comfort food and MAMAGONE

-R.W.M.Warren 8/28/06

MAMAGONE 2

MAMAGONE 2
A Poem by VSS

They took her away and we all arrived
One be one, family by family
Fears, tears, hugs.

Slow motion pausing at her now empty bed, reverent.
Some touch her pillow and sheets. Some smell them,
While I sit frozen in a chair, clutching a pillow and watching them.

In other rooms, speedy planning her funeral, cleaning, eating, preparing.

Kids on the periphery of stunned adults in startled grief,
Running through and around the house,
Jumping off the roof,
Chasing each other with water balloons,
Darting around corners, surefooted.
Laughing, bonding with cousins
Until one day
They become adults
And slow in the wake of the death of their parent.

Everything changes.

The worn, smooth, familiar stones beneath your feet, once sure in their support of your every step, become loose, making you slip and walk gingerly for awhile, because she was your ground, even if you didn’t know it.

VSS 8-26-2006 (one month today that Mama died)

Claire, Chelsea & Rochelle doing Alzheimer's Memory Walk for Mom

As many of you are aware, My girls and I have made it an annual event to participate in the Alzheimer's Memory Walk. This year is no exception. However, this year I walk for my Mother-in-law, Ramona Warren who died July 26th 2006.

Ramona was a very special person who I am honored was part of my life. At the end of her life she developed Dementia which impaired her memory. The last time I went to California to see my in-laws, Ramona looked at me and said "do I know you from somewhere?" Fortunately, I was able to get her to recognize me after a few hours by looking at photographs of my family with her and reminiscing about the past.

I will miss Ramona very much, and felt it was appropriate to walk in her honor this year.

Any donation (none is too small) would be greatly appreciated. Please mail your donations to me, made payable to "Alzheimer's Association." My address is 194 Long Ridge Drive, Bailey CO 80421.

Please mail me your donations before September 16th, as I need to bring all the donations and turn them in the day of the walk

Thank you in advance for your support.

Love,

Claire

Laughing with Mama

"Laughing with Mama"
I found this picture among my photo albums today. I love this one, because it really reminds me of those happy happy times. This one in particular is with Cefe, Peggy and Mom laughing during a Christmas Eve skit. We laughed untiil we cried.

Hi*Speed to Close on 50th Anniv.

On the 50th Anniversary of being established Hi*Speed Duplicating and Supply Co. will close it's doors and sell off equipment. The company was established in 1956 by the upstart future owner of the San Francisco/Golden State Warriors, Franklin Mieuli.

The parent company is Franklin Mieuli & Associates, Sports Radio and TV Producers and Consultants. FM&A will stay in tact and is now run by my friend and business associate Linda Giannecchini and managed by Shirley Figgins.

Known as the west coast innovators of reel-to-reel duplication and later an essential stop for cassette duplication in San Francisco. Nearly every wanna-be musician, radio personality, DJ, spoken word talent and many upstart companies used Hi*Speed for their reel-to-reel, cassette, video and cd needs over the last half century. Hi*Speed became synonomous with low prices and quick tournaround for small to medium amounts of duplication.

I grew up professionally while working for the company from 1989-99 and returned as a consultant several times in the next decade as well. While simultaneously running the sports engineering side of the business, I was the primary customer service rep and handled accounts recievables on our small staff.

Many great engineers worked there including a well regarded vibrophonist, a classically trained guitar player and even a Chinese mechanic type among so many others; all of whom became close friends.

Franklin Mieuli & Associates engineers have also dabbled with Hi*Speed and are considered among the best sports radio engineers in the country, from Michael Marquart to John Trinidad to Mike Baird.

Hi*Speed will be missed, but the legend of Franklin Mieuli lives on.

Brendon scores in Golden Gate Park

Today Gia and I had the good fortune to meet up with Brendon (my nephew from San Diego) and Brittany as they competed in a disc golf tournament in Golden Gate Park. The park begins not far from our apartment (5 blocks) but goes on for miles. So we walked and walked until we finally found them on this slightly chilly August day. The tournament is taking place Saturday and Sunday in the midst of the woods on three courses. This was our first chance to experience the interesting sport. Like "ball golf," as Brendon calls it, you compete in 4 or 5-somes and shoot from a tee. Each hole is usually a par 3 and may include throwing through a set of trees or over a lake. There are penalty shots for going out of bounds or into the lake (plus you loose your $20 disc as Brendon did while we watched). There are several divisions including Professional, Advanced and Intermediate. Brendon is one of the best Interemediates but can play in Advanced and Brittany competes highly in the Amatuer Women's group. We were able to visit during their lunch break and catch up while also watching the guys throw at the practice baskets for prizes including Giants tickets, etc. It was pretty amazing and colorful, as each golfer has several discs in there own bag. B and B tell us they collectively have about 200 at home, and I believe they were carrying about 20 each. The atmosphere on the course was somewhat more serious than I thought; I tried not to talk too much (a difficult task) but slipped on a branch once, startling a player, luckily the guy made the "putt" after he stared me down. But off the course, the folks couldn't have been nicer. Real working class guys, it seems. I, for one, am a new fan of disc golf and look for the sport to really take off in years to come. Brendon and Brittany will compete again on Sunday as they try to improve their world rankings.

Hollister Photos

Grandpa with Alana, Samara, Nicky, Carson, Chelsea and Rochelle
getting traditional milkshakes at Bevos


Peter, Kevin, Chelsea, Rick goofin' on front lawn in Hollister

"comfort food" by Vin Sue

Click on photo to enlarge.

The siblings related stories of craving egg salad sandwiches, in the days after our Mom's funeral. Mom used to make them for us. Here is Vin's image of this occurance, titled "comfort food".

Here's my own story:

Today I was intent on finally eating an egg salad sandwich to get in solidarity
for Mama.  So I headed to the most popular cheap local deli (Lee's @ $2.95 Mom
would be proud) and waited in the long line.  As I waited it appeared everyone
in there was ordering egg salad.  When I finally got to the counter the guy who
ordered seconds before me got, you guessed it, an egg salad sandwich.
Determined to share my experience, I told the shocked financial district fella,
"My Mom recently died and nearly everyone in my family everyone in here,
including you, are ordering egg salad sandwhiches in her honor."  His response
was a quizzical one. And that was the best egg salad I've had in decades.-Rick

Mom and Dad with Tommy and Anthony

Sean's Birthday Today

Today is Sean's birthday. Kevin and I are taking him out tomorrow night to Cha Cha Cha's and to watch the Pro-City Basketball Championships.

Today is also the day Auntie Judy died; she was Sean's Godmother. And its the Feast of the Assumption of Mary, a holy day of obligation.

If I have the story right, one year on Sean's birthday Mom was going off to work at the cannery so we recorded her voice. It may have been the first time she had used a tape recorder, and she talked slowly and delibrately. Like a female Walter Cronkite: "To - day - is - the - Feast - of - the - Assump - tion. Hap- py - Birth - Day - Sean. It's - a - slurry - thing." I don't think anyone who was there will every forget it as we played it back numerous times. I wonder if anyone knows where that precious cassette tape is now.

Years later, when the answering machine became popular we had plenty of laughs trying to get her to record a natural sounding outgoing message. I'll always remember those times as well.

Anita's former roomate Geri was in Hollister 7/26

Hi Anita,
>
>I am so sorry to hear of your mom's passing. I know this is a huge loss
>for you and your family.
>
>Oddly we were passing by Hollister, just about the time that your mom was
>moving toward heaven. We were traveling through in our motor home on our
>way to Washington State. I felt moved to send prayers to you and your
>family. I thought it was just because we were nearby, but I can see now
>that it was more than that. I continued to send prayers as we journeyed
>along.
>
>Again I am so sorry to hear of your family's loss. You will all be in
>our family prayers.
>
>With sympathy and love,
>Geri

"Flowers" - from Chelsea

Dear Family,

I was remembering the last time I saw Grandma, it was only about two weeks before. We visited twice during the two weeks we were there, once Cefe was there and the other Maria was there. Grandma went outside the first day we were there. We all went very slowly down the street with her, and she noticed everything, she would indicate to the smallest things. We made it all the way to the roses, at the next door neighbor's house. Then we returned and sat in the shade (my dad brought out some chairs) Grandma wore this big sunhat, and we all sat there under the tree, enjoying the cool breeze. The second time, for some reason I don't recall as much since I was chasing around Carson. I will always remember that day though.
God Bless,
Chelsea

Another comment from Chelsea:
The last I saw of Grandma she was sitting in her chair, and she was dozing off but I still gave her a big hug, then I turned and went to the door. For some reason I turned around for some reason and blew a slight kiss. Then I left.

Josefa gets comments re: Mama

Dear Joey,
Losing one's Mother is a severe experience. I do feel that part of my soul belongs to my mother. For that reason, my mother lives inside of me while I am alive. and still I couldn't help but I lost a big hunk when mother died.
Sincerely, Hisashi (He is a well known doctor who was born in Japan.)

Notes from Maria's friends about Mom

Maria,
Your mother was an awesome person who made a tremendous impact to everyone she
touched. Remember all of the good times.
Love, Ralph (Palumbo)

Maria,
Even when a death is "expected", it does NOTHING to lessen the impact. Because
it is the small stuff that DOES matter and that is irreplaceable. Like the wave
she gave you the last time she saw you. These you are missing. I hope you were
able to find some comfort in being with your sisters and brothers. After all,
that was the greatest gift she gave you -- your family. And not just by birth,
but by the relationships and interactions through the years. So most of her
still remains with you. Take care of all the memories you have of her for they
will stay with you forever.
Joan Mangold (co-worker/friend)

Dear Maria,
I heard your Mom's services yesterday were lovely, and her booklet was
beautiful. You were blessed with a wonderful mother, Maria, as she was blessed
to have such a great family. She enjoyed a fabulous life with all of you. Now,
she's your own personal angel to help you through each of your forever days.
Big hugs to you, dear friend -- Sharon (Hagerty)

Maria,
Memories become more precious as time goes by. Your heart will mend. Love,
Michelle (co-worker)

Maria,
I am sorry to hear of your loss. Remember the good times and know that she is
now in a wonderful place. Faith, family and friends will help you at this time.
Big Hug, Wilma (co-worker)

No matter the age, it is always difficult when your mother passes. My deepest
sympathy, Star Smith (friend)

We are so sorry to hear of the loss of your mother. Take good care of yourself
during this difficult time. Stephanie & Bob (co-workers)

Maria,
No words can express the sympathy I feel for you and your family at this time of
your loss. I'm glad you have so much support from your family. God supplies
the most comfort. Brenda D. (co-worker)

MAMAGONE-a poem by Susy

MAMAGONE

It’s a time to stare out over the vast sky.

It’s time to watch the ocean waves ebb and flow you into a spacey place,

To let a hot wind warm you,

And a cold drink cool you.

It is a time to be passive and still.

But the world pulls at me:

I have to drive my car to work and to errands.

Today I remember (14 days later) to tell my friends

That my mother died.

The world pulls me back because you have to work to eat,

But I just want to rest

In the cozy arms of my husband,

Or a big stuffed chair,

Or a warm bed,

With a soft pillow near a smiling puffy lamb that belonged to her.

His arms encircle a purple teddy bear whose shirt reads,

“Love you, Mother”

I love you mother.

It is unreal that you are gone.

VSS

8/8/2006

Words of Comfort after Mom's death

These notes from friends have been a great consolation to me....therefore I thought I'd share them with you...

"It was an incredible experience for me and my family to be part of your loss and celebration of life. Just like you, but in a very different way, my heart feels heavy. Your mother was a great lady and her family is a testimony to that. I was proud of how you handled yourself and your strength. I know it was not easy to speak about your mom when you are mourning, but I am sure she was proud and smiling on you from above. I understand a little bit more about your family and how they lovingly support one another. You were never without a hand to hold or a tear to exchange. How fortunate you are!"
- Gia Borelli

"Thank you for this (ref. eulogy). It brought back a lot of memories of your mom.

You know I'm the last one to be a believer in things such as faith or the afterlife. Sure I respect everyone's faith, but I'm somewhat mixed up when it comes to that type of thing. Anyway, on Sunday night, as I finished putting the kids to bed I could have sworn I heard your mom's voice say, "Well, who is this?" in reference to the kids. I had the weirdest feeling go through my body. The voice was clear and only heard by me, but immediately a picture flashed into my head of your mom bent over with her hands on her knees talking to my oldest son. I left the room kind of shaking my head, then popped my head back into the room and said, "It's Nicholas!" I didn't want to miss my chance at communicating in some way to her. There was no reply, but I didn't need one. I know she heard me.

I can't tell you how many times I look towards your parents as role models as I raise my kids. I personally don't know how they did it with so many kids. Your mom's calmness truly played a big part. I look and looked towards your family many times and said to myself, "I want a big family." We have 3 kids now and are seriously considering adopting a couple more because of this.

I hope you and the rest of your family is doing well. We get back from Hawaii a week from Saturday."
Take care, Butch Green (was on vacation during funeral)


"I loved Ramona with all my heart. I had some wonderful conversation both happy and emotional with several members of the family. I thought about your mom often this last year when Marie was preparing for her Holy Communion. We had to attend classes. One night we talked about the power of prayer and we lit a candle and remembered and all prayed together as a group. I said, Ramona Warren was the first person to really teach me about prayer. We also had to talk about going to church and our family experiences growing up Catholic. I shared the many happy memories of my experience with the Warren family. Be ready for the 11:15 mass. I was the tag along. But thank your parents for including me. Your parents always accepted me and even let me hang out at dinner time. Best of all your mother was always there for me, especially as a young adult. I was embarrased orginally about my pregnancy and Ramona told me, "Honey, every child is a gift from God." She always told me what a beautiful baby Erica was. She always asked about her over the years. She was always there to listen. I had a hard time with the whole Alarcon family thing and them not allowing me to be with my Grandmother when she passed or even go and say goodbye to her body. Your mother reminded me, how much Marguerite loved me and always talked about me with her and how proud she was of me. Your mother would remind me of the gift my grandmother gave to me. No matter what the purpose of their actions I received the most important gifts as well as my children. The gifts of strength, and courage and to fight to the good fight for those who didn't have a voice. Your mom was so right. I often think about it when I am kicking as for my teen parents and their rights and what they have a right to. I often thought about your moms committment to the pregnancy center and how in my job I have to support my student's choices but I always learn a little towards them continuing their pregnancies. So I want to thank all of the Warren's for embracing me as a child and continuing to be a part of my life and include me as part of the family."
Susie Law

"My heartfelt condolensces. As I accessed this message on 8/1, I'll begin a Rosary Novena for the repose of her soul on 8/2."
Blessings in Christ, Tony Vallecillo (Seminarian from San Francisco)

"Aww, Rick. I'm so sorry to hear the news. That must be very hard for you. You and your family are in my prayers.
Peace, Rob Smet

"I'm sad to hear the news about your mom. This is a passage we'll all be facing in the years to come as our parents age. I'm so glad you have Gia in your life to support you and provide a comforting shoulder at this time. Since I'm not present to do that for you as well, just know I'm doing it in "virtual reality" via the internet. I wish you the time and space to thoroughly and completely mourn your mother's passing. No holding back. I also wish you the time and space to appreciate her gifts and her legacy (my personal legacy being Rick Warren!) Lots of healing vibes will be sent your way."
Love, Co (Colleen Murphy)


"Thanks so much for letting us know about this. How blessed you are to have had your mother with you for so long, and to be able to be with her at the end. That is something that I'm sure you will treasure for the rest of your life. May all the wonderful memories of your mom and family sustain you through this sad time."
-Debbie Tatto (from Rick's former prayer group)

"So sorry to hear about your mother. I am sure she will be looking down from heaven, smiling on all of us every time we choose to ride out there in God's country (ref. Hollister Hills). Hugs to you at this sad time, it is never easy to lose a loved one, especially one as special as your mom."
xoxo, julie brown (bike buddy-ALC)

"Teresa and I are so sorry to hear of the passing of your mother. Our thoughts and prayers are with you." -Sincerely, Randall Kline (Executive Director/Founder-SFJAZZ)

"As I sit here and jot down a few thoughts you all are sitting together in Sacred Heart Church, surrounded by so many people whom your Mother touched in her life. Please know that I am there as well, even though I am so far away! One of the most wonderful memories I have of your Mom is the way she looked on the day of your parents' 50th wedding anniversary. It was the MOST romantic event I have ever witnessed. Your Dad looking up from the lectionary and reciting the scripture by heart.... looking straight down at your Mother as if he were seeing her for the first time. An amazing enduring love that was palpable and made the congregation gathered believe that true love and friendship was possible. And then the sight of all of your siblings and you lined up on either side of your parents as they renewed their vows.... WOW!!!!
What a life force they have created with their marriage!

Your Mother and Father have made an incredible impression on me over the years and it is one that endures and leaves me feeling very FAR AWAY FROM HOME today as you all celebrate her life and death in the Lord. My pop in visits with your parents over the years, catching up with them at Sunday Mass and the annual Halloween trick or treating have been comfort food for my soul over the years. Life changes so quickly and moves even more quickly that the sameness and steadiness of your parents was reassurance of the goodness and fullness of life. I try to live a meaningful life and fill my boys' days with substantial content and lasting tradition and your parents were an example to me of how to go about doing that.

When we decided to move to TX, to make this big change.... I knew I would miss many things and people that had been part of my world... but that that would be part of the adventure. However, I also knew that I would lose some things completely..... and that nothing would be the same afterwards.... losing your Mom is one such loss. But as Christians we know that she is not lost.... don't we? She is only around the corner waiting for us. I for one can't wait to see her again.

With sincerest condolences and gratitude for the opportunity to know your Mom!!!"
Love, Liz (Herbert) Barnett

The sadness of death
gives way to the bright
promise of immortality.
Lord, for your faithful people
life is changed, not ended.
When the body of our earthly
dwelling lies in death,
we gain an everlasting dwelling
in heaven.
—Roman Missal

"Debbie passed onto me your message about the death of your Mom. I know from all that you shared with us in the past what a great lady she was. At 88, she had a rich life, and left many children to carry on the dream. I know what a loss it must be for you and your whole family, and I want to assure you of my prayers. As you grieve your loss, never forget the kingdom your Mom has gained. I'm sure that she'll still be there for you, although in a new way. Hope your Dad is able to cope with his own personal loss-- I'm sure your presence means a lot to him now." ----
"Thank you for sharing your eulogy with me-- I appreciated being able to read it, and in that way, take part somewhat in the celebration of your Mom. Glad that the family was able to receive such strong support. I'm sure you will all find support in one another now that the funeral is over and the hard task of going back to ordinary life begins. I'll be thinking of you."
-Peace, Fr. Greg Hyde (Rick's former prayer group/priest living overseas)

Ramona Warren's Eulogy

On July 26, 2006 my dear Mom passed away. Here is her eulogy, most of which was written within the hour before the mass:

Funeral Mass/Celebration of Life - July 29, 2006
By Rick Warren

Fr. Rudy introduces: “Now we’ll have comments from Ramona’s youngest child."

I’ll start by saying my brother Sean told me, “I know Wes and you’re no Wes.”
-PAUSE-
Ramona was born to Mariano and Ceferina (Martin) Sanchez in Hollister, California at a vineyard in the Cienega Area. Today it’s known as Almaden Vineyard I believe. Her parents were both born near Salamanca, Spain and married in Hawaii. Her gentle father was a farmer and her mother a midwife. She inherited their strong sense of faith and family. Although she was named after her eldest Aunt “Romana”, for most of her life she was referred to as Ramona. She was a parishioner right here at Sacred Heart her entire life where she was honored for having children in the school for 28 years.

As a young adult after moving to Salinas to work with her older brother Frank she lived for a time in San Francisco (where Sean, Kevin and I live now) and worked for the Sullivan family taking care of their children and went on to business school downtown (she’d want you to know that). She joined the Young Christian Workers (YCW) where she met a guy named Wesley Warren of San Francisco they became Co-President together. They married at St. Boniface Church when Wes came home from the Navy after WWII. Mom said, “On our wedding day I knew I would have 12 children, and that’s what I did.”

Through 60 years of marriage, she was a hard working homemaker and active in her community (as Sean said), teaching catechism, counseling, volunteering at the Compassion Pregnancy Services and ministering right here at this very parish.

An advocate of a new church since she knew this one would be outgrown long before St. Benedicts broke ground, she was so proud when it did.

When I was in 8th grade, just across the parking lot, they gave her an award for all the years of service and this 13 year old was naturally embarrassed. But I remember getting over it and we had our first dance – she never stopped talking about the light blue jacket I wore that day and for years after. My sisters are still making sure I wear the right colors…I hope I’ve improved my wardrobe some.

I recall a time Dad, Mom, Sean and I took a trip to Vancouver, BC and Victoria and Mom sat in the back seat of the car the entire trip. But only because we all had longer legs. She was not a backseat kinda woman.

One time I preached at my church in San Francisco about Mother Mary taking care of her son Jesus when he fell as a boy. Like Mary, Mom tirelessly helped her children. She probably holds the world record for most dishes done, with the water so hot we couldn’t bear to reach in and touch it [gesturing to sibs]. No doubt she washed more diapers and did more dirty laundry than anyone except maybe the Carotas, who had 22 kids. Of which her Dr. Ben is one son. Thank you, Ben. To her final weeks she picked up after us.

Our family can be loud – and even until the last years she could hear everything. My sibs and I can probably each recall a time when a small backyard conversation was reiterated back to us maybe weeks later. She was always listening.

She liked to make stuffed bell peppers and huge lasagna plates – Auntie Marian still talks about the huge platters. Our house is currently full of those now thanks to all for your generosity.

Many of you were at Mom and Dad’s 50th wedding anniversary celebration right here-we had a mass not unlike this one and a party in the gym. 300 showed and she was so happy to have all her family and greater family there – especially all of her cousins. And we thought Dad was the party goer.

Kevin asked me to mention that he recalls during the 1970’s when she used to say to the girls, “you’re not gonna wear that” - especially to Anita. Anita wore her wedding dress 55 years later. She was so proud of her.

When things got hectic – to keep us in line she would tap us on the back of the hip or back and say “tross tross.” Meaning: come on.

Just this week we fussed over the program for this mass – trying to get it just right. I could hear Mom say, “don’t fuss so much.”

We all have charisms. Charisms are our God given gifts which have been so evident today and this week. From Kevin, the caretaker, to Rayna with the beautiful voice not unlike Mom’s sister Annie’s, who sang in this very church. I recall many times her voice singing “Ave Maria” from the balcony. Each of us have shared our own gifts this week.

In 1981 Mom said, “God has really blessed us. Our life has been very special.” -- Indeed it has and will remain.

God Bless you all.

This is my first "official" blog

Hello, thanks for coming to my blog space. This is my first official posting and I will soon add past postings from my AIDS/LifeCycle blog and other materials I have written. I hope this to be informative, but not formal, postings of my life in play, work and faith. I intend it not as a self-promotion but an opening of dialogue between me and those who visit. I'd like to hear from you and get to know more about what makes you, my friends, family, co-workers and acquantances tick.

What makes me tick:
bicycling
movies
gia borelli
family gatherings
basketball
tennis
a good mass
preaching
craigslist
live music
road trips
harbin hot springs
weddings
-not necessarilly in that order.