Brother Bob OU’S #1 Fan
I will always treasure the many trips back to Norman Oklahoma to see you and meet many of your coworkers at the Norman Public Library. We enjoyed countless lunches with them and I would end my trip with you at a OU football... moreBrother Bob OU’S #1 Fan
I will always treasure the many trips back to Norman Oklahoma to see you and meet many of your coworkers at the Norman Public Library. We enjoyed countless lunches with them and I would end my trip with you at a OU football game. Bob I’ll always remember the many OU vs Texas games we attended together and yes Texas still sucks. God Bless you and Go Sooners less
My mom was 48 when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was 23 and still living at home. On the day before the emergency surgery to remove the cancered part of her lung (a surgery that as supposed to end the cancer), I tiptoed back to her room. She was... moreMy mom was 48 when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was 23 and still living at home. On the day before the emergency surgery to remove the cancered part of her lung (a surgery that as supposed to end the cancer), I tiptoed back to her room. She was sitting up in bed, as she’d done most days since her diagnosis. I sat down beside her. “I got you something.” I handed her a small stuffed elephant, holding a red heart for Valentine’s Day. She squeezed it and set it on the headboard, and I laid my head in her lap. “I’m so scared,” she sobbed. “I know,” I said.
That is still one of the most vivid memories I have of my mom. When we found out the cancer had spread to her brain, becoming Stage IV, I thought I’d lose her quickly. I didn’t know that she’d progressively get worse over time, and that such a slow, subtle deterioration creeps in like a fog and supplants your memories, one joy at a time. I didn’t realize that, by 33, I’d have spent approximately one-third of my life trying to see my mom through the fog.
But once I knew, years ago, I started to write down stories of my mom from before she got sick, knowing I'd need these memories.
One of my favorites is the time she visited me in grad school. My mom was always my #1 fan, supporter, and confidante, and we were genuinely close. But we weren’t yet friends. Mom never sat down, wouldn't let us eat out of containers, and packed the entire house when we went on vacation. But this visit was different -- she came to relax in my space, to be my friend. She showed up Friday night with only an overnight bag and we got food from a gas station. We watched Skins on my futon until 2am and ate ice cream out of the tub. We even left our dirty spoons on the coffee table.
The next day, we decided to take some of our snacks and go for a drive. We drove through the neighborhood behind campus, and I gave a guided tour of my favorite views and funny stuff I’d seen people do in their yards. As I narrated, I ate hot chips, which were so spicy all I could do was keep eating them to stave off the spice. Eventually I was frantically talking and eating chips. She looked over at me and saw tears rolling down my cheeks and my face was red as I shoved more chips in my mouth, crumbs falling everywhere. She had to pull off in front of someone's house because she was laughing so hard. I have no idea why the moment was so funny, but it was, and she was laughing so hard she cried and I was laughing and crying and sniffling and a man who was mowing the lawn she’d partially pulled off into shook his head at us, and she gave him the finger.
I have some good memories of her after she got sick, too, and I'm eternally grateful for that. I have memories of her teaching Shawn how to make the meal I always asked her to make for my birthday. Every phone call that started with "Hey, baby." Her playing the same two songs by Amy Winehouse on repeat from her laptop. Stories she finally told me about her wild teenage years. Stories she told me about me as a baby. Her calling my dog her "grand-dog," and saying "I love him" every time I told her he did something bad.
I am so lucky that I got to have a mom who was fierce and brave and loved me as much at my worst as she did at my best. I will miss my mom forever, but I know how much I meant to her and how much she loved me. I know having me changed her life and how she lived it. I know she talked about how proud she was of me all the time. I hope she knows how proud I am of her, how much I talk about her to my friends, how much I love her.
Mom: "i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)" less
My mom was 48 when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was 23 and still living at home. On the day before the emergency surgery to remove the cancered part of her lung (a surgery that as supposed to end the cancer), I tiptoed back to her room. She was... moreMy mom was 48 when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was 23 and still living at home. On the day before the emergency surgery to remove the cancered part of her lung (a surgery that as supposed to end the cancer), I tiptoed back to her room. She was sitting up in bed, as she’d done most days since her diagnosis. I sat down beside her. “I got you something.” I handed her a small stuffed elephant, holding a red heart for Valentine’s Day. She squeezed it and set it on the headboard, and I laid my head in her lap. “I’m so scared,” she sobbed. “I know,” I said.
That is still one of the most vivid memories I have of my mom. When we found out the cancer had spread to her brain, becoming Stage IV, I thought I’d lose her quickly. I didn’t know that she’d progressively get worse over time, and that such a slow, subtle deterioration creeps in like a fog and supplants your memories, one joy at a time. I didn’t realize that, by 33, I’d have spent approximately one-third of my life trying to see my mom through the fog.
But once I knew, years ago, I started to write down stories of my mom from before she got sick, knowing I'd need these memories.
One of my favorites is the time she visited me in grad school. My mom was always my #1 fan, supporter, and confidante, and we were genuinely close. But we weren’t yet friends. Mom never sat down, wouldn't let us eat out of containers, and packed the entire house when we went on vacation. But this visit was different -- she came to relax in my space, to be my friend. She showed up Friday night with only an overnight bag and we got food from a gas station. We watched Skins on my futon until 2am and ate ice cream out of the tub. We even left our dirty spoons on the coffee table.
The next day, we decided to take some of our snacks and go for a drive. We drove through the neighborhood behind campus, and I gave a guided tour of my favorite views and funny stuff I’d seen people do in their yards. As I narrated, I ate hot chips, which were so spicy all I could do was keep eating them to stave off the spice. Eventually I was frantically talking and eating chips. She looked over at me and saw tears rolling down my cheeks and my face was red as I shoved more chips in my mouth, crumbs falling everywhere. She had to pull off in front of someone's house because she was laughing so hard. I have no idea why the moment was so funny, but it was, and she was laughing so hard she cried and I was laughing and crying and sniffling and a man who was mowing the lawn she’d partially pulled off into shook his head at us, and she gave him the finger.
I have some good memories of her after she got sick, too, and I'm eternally grateful for that. I have memories of her teaching Shawn how to make the meal I always asked her to make for my birthday. Every phone call that started with "Hey, baby." Her playing the same two songs by Amy Winehouse on repeat from her laptop. Stories she finally told me about her wild teenage years. Stories she told me about me as a baby. Her calling my dog her "grand-dog," and saying "I love him" every time I told her he did something bad.
I am so lucky that I got to have a mom who was fierce and brave and loved me as much at my worst as she did at my best. I will miss my mom forever, but I know how much I meant to her and how much she loved me. I know having me changed her life and how she lived it. I know she talked about how proud she was of me all the time. I hope she knows how proud I am of her, how much I talk about her to my friends, how much I love her.
Mom: "i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)" less
My sincerest condolences to family and friends at this loss. I owe so much of my current life to this man.
He let us teenagers come around, talk his ear off, play on Station "0" of DDial #1. He never made me feel like a dumb kid, but... moreMy sincerest condolences to family and friends at this loss. I owe so much of my current life to this man.
He let us teenagers come around, talk his ear off, play on Station "0" of DDial #1. He never made me feel like a dumb kid, but instead a valued human. He had a true gift of listening completely.
Very kind, gentle man with a quiet laugh. I've often thought about him over the years. RIP Bill, and thank you for all those afternoons, and developing the system that led me to Texas and my spouse and closest friends. You've certainly left your mark on so many lives. less
My sincerest condolences to family and friends at this loss. I owe so much of my current life to this man.
He let us teenagers come around, talk his ear off, play on Station "0" of DDial #1. He never made me feel like a dumb kid, but... moreMy sincerest condolences to family and friends at this loss. I owe so much of my current life to this man.
He let us teenagers come around, talk his ear off, play on Station "0" of DDial #1. He never made me feel like a dumb kid, but instead a valued human. He had a true gift of listening completely.
Very kind, gentle man with a quiet laugh. I've often thought about him over the years. RIP Bill, and thank you for all those afternoons, and developing the system that led me to Texas and my spouse and closest friends. You've certainly left your mark on so many lives. less
Hi Dad i miss you so much i hope that you see this bc life won't be the same without you. I love you 3000 your my #1 hero :( .and its really hard and sad to grow up without you love you and miss you lots love Zie
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Joe was a valued member of the Starlight family, and truly a friend to everyone. He was all about connections and could make some type of connection with anyone he met. He brought fun and friendship into our workplace and made things just that much more... moreJoe was a valued member of the Starlight family, and truly a friend to everyone. He was all about connections and could make some type of connection with anyone he met. He brought fun and friendship into our workplace and made things just that much more interesting! He had nicknames for everyone in the office, and he could turn any name into an Italian name, including Heather, which could become Heatherino (lol????). This photo was taken after a Raptors playoff win, but I’m pretty sure what Fredy and I were trying to convey here, was that Joe you will always be a #1 to us! The Starlight family will miss you dearly. less
I have so many wonderful memories and pictures with Jill. So many trips, dinners and celebrations...all with so much laughter! I met Jill 16 years ago at a Team In Training race in Barbados...drinking and singing Karaoke at 2am! We thought we... moreI have so many wonderful memories and pictures with Jill. So many trips, dinners and celebrations...all with so much laughter! I met Jill 16 years ago at a Team In Training race in Barbados...drinking and singing Karaoke at 2am! We thought we sounded so good!! lol That was the start of such a great friendship. One that took us on so many trips, races and adventures. Week-end getaways to Palm Springs, Banff, and of course, Chicago...many times...one of Jill's favorites! TNT took us to Alaska, Hawaii, Barbados, Nashville, San Fran, San Diego and more. There was such an amazing group of people that continued the running journey...but no-one more than Jill. Running definitely was her #1 passion...until Kayden :) I remember Jill's first race after Kayden came home...we went to Chicago!! Jill ran and I brought K to the finish line to greet his Mommy. I've attached a picture of them at the finish line...pure love! Jill was such an incredible Mom! He was her world and I just loved hearing stories of how his life was developing, how basketball was his passion, all the places they visited, and the love they shared. The best was when they came to Collingwood and we could have lunch and catch up in person! I always knew that no matter how busy we were with life...when we got together it was like time stood still...picking up right where we left off.
Ahhhh Love ya Jill...I'm sure going to miss you :(
Patsy xoxo less
Ann and I were Duplicate Bridge partners for nearly 2 years. We played every Wednesday from about 11AM to 4PM at the Old Saybrook Pavillion located at the mouth of the Connecticut River, arguably the most beautiful... moreFrom Ron Breault, bridge partner
Ann and I were Duplicate Bridge partners for nearly 2 years. We played every Wednesday from about 11AM to 4PM at the Old Saybrook Pavillion located at the mouth of the Connecticut River, arguably the most beautiful place, anywhere, to play bridge. We sat at Table #1 in the corner with views thru large windows up, down and across the river. North/South teams do not have to move to change tables - Ann was South and had the best views of all players in the room - I sat North. Pictures below.....
Ann introduced herself to this group of players by bringing in delicious lunch treats - her Guacamole was especially memorable. Sometimes these treats were in bowls and packaging that were in challenging sizes (Ann did not let her own size discourage her) and, she had lots of volunteer help bringing those treats into the club!
We regularly exchanged emails regarding our 'results'. I'll share this exchange from almost 1 year ago - Ann and I finished 1st in our 11 pair North/South group, and 1st overall - 22 pairs. Claire Sauer is our program/executive director
From: Claire Sauer
Congratulations to Ann and Ron (N/S)
October 2, 2019 Wednesday Aft Session October 2, 2019
Scores after 33 boards Average: 108.0 Section A North-South
Pair# Pct Score Rank N/S Rank Overall
1 60.57 130.83 1 1 Ann Gordon - Ron Breault
8 57.37 123.92 2 3 Claire Sauer - Emily Endrich
10 57.03 123.19 3 4 June Hearrell - Sarah Allen
2 51.01 110.19 4 Harriet Bailey - Georgie Lewis
3 50.40 108.87 Tom Gardener - Charlie Norz
7 50.08 108.18 Don Migliarro - Dick Piscitelli
9 49.69 107.33 Sue Czech - Marie-Jose Babouder
5 49.30 106.48 Gail Taylor - Tom Salmons
11 44.15 95.36 Charles Dietrich - Sue Dietrich
6 42.11 90.95 Bob Kistner - Jamie Leahy
4 37.57 81.16 Marian Fitzgerald - Nancy Lundberg
These results prompted this email to me from Ann
From: Ann Gordon
To: Ron Breault
Date: October 2, 2019
Hi,
YEAH! We did it! Doesn't get much better than that!
Maybe it's because I didn't spend the entire afternoon looking at that beautiful river......
Best,
Ann
Ann was a sailor, as am I. As it happened, during our bridge playing time, I was writing a book, Voyaging with Marionette, about my 25 years with Marionette, a boat I bought from the CT River Museum (up the river!). She helped me with my 'stories', reviewed a draft, and bought a copy of the book just a couple of weeks before she left on her 'voyage'.
We will miss her.
The Pavillion
A 'shared view' - The lighthouses at the mouth of the river - picture taken from Marionette
Our table is in the far corner 'next to the river" less
Writing this is acknowledging what would be an easy absence to explain during this time. There are lots of people I have not seen in as long as it’s been since I’ve seen Alex. Friend and family alike. I have a very vivid laugh in my mind—an... moreWriting this is acknowledging what would be an easy absence to explain during this time. There are lots of people I have not seen in as long as it’s been since I’ve seen Alex. Friend and family alike. I have a very vivid laugh in my mind—an “ah-HA” when I think of Alex with a big smile on his face. This is how I have thought of Alex for years. And how I think of him now. NOW now. As someone who loved Alex, and also understood his complexities, I have a few thoughts.
The mundane was never mundane
It could be a 24-hour train trip to Portland…instead of a 1-hour flight. (spoiler: people who take that train are too crazy for an airplane.) Or ordering every fried chicken in town for a taste-off instead of one dinner (Popeye’s fried chicken + Out The Door’s Siracha butter sauce is the winning combination).
It was always about the journey, destination optional
Wandering around the dusty town of Garzon, Uruguay for a holiday we entered an oasis of an Inn and meandered around the property for quite a while… to discover that it was actually someone’s backyard. We spent the afternoon with Martin and Annie, and then ended up staying with them for 3 days and having an asado in Francis Mallmann’s backyard. You just never knew…
Alex lived in double time
As anyone reading this can attest, you were either dinner #1 or #2 on any given evening. But you wouldn’t know which one because he would be thrilled to see you regardless. Not many people can have 12 dinners on the books in one week, but Alex certainly did. In hindsight making it to 9/12 dinners a week was probably a good average…just a different matrix.
Alex loved his people
It makes me happy to see how many magical moments Alex created with everyone around him. How much of an impact he has had on so many. He loved his mom, Andrea, Joe, nieces and nephew deeply. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and Alex love of film, games and curiosity about everything came from Carol. No one had as many personal connections…the inside joke or secret handshake kind of moments…that other people just wouldn’t understand. Alex was the secret sauce.
I am glad that so many people that got to love and be loved by Alex. And wish there would have been 51 more years of that in this world for people to experience. XOXO. Kathleen less
Patt's father and mine were classmates at West Point (1930). In the early1950s, when Col Timothy retired from the USMA, they moved to our town Mt. Lebanon, PA and we began a long association as family friends both in suburban Pittsburgh and, later, in... morePatt's father and mine were classmates at West Point (1930). In the early1950s, when Col Timothy retired from the USMA, they moved to our town Mt. Lebanon, PA and we began a long association as family friends both in suburban Pittsburgh and, later, in the Philadelphia area. We shared many fun family holidays and events. As a teen, Patt's enthusiasm and spark drew me to making Skidmore my #1 college choice. I became one of her "Little Sisters" at Skidmore College when I entered in 1959 and I inherited her raccoon coat which kept me warm during long winter campus walks for my remaining years. less
Connie Talcott SmithThank you for organizing this beautiful way to celebrate Patt's life. It was wonderful to hear of her accomplishments and the way she was loved by family and friends. My sister, Lori Talcott Hoopes, has been in closer touch with Martha and Bob Timothy... moreThank you for organizing this beautiful way to celebrate Patt's life. It was wonderful to hear of her accomplishments and the way she was loved by family and friends. My sister, Lori Talcott Hoopes, has been in closer touch with Martha and Bob Timothy over the years than I have, and it was good to see them online. I also remember Maury Collins as "the personality" that filled the teen (and post-teen) recreation room in the basement of the Timothy home in Moorestown ... going back to the late 1950s! I loved how your family sang Amazing Grace at the closing. Blessings to you and yours, Connie Talcott Smith less
Patt's father and mine were classmates at West Point (1930). In the early1950s, when Col Timothy retired from the USMA, they moved to our town Mt. Lebanon, PA and we began a long association as family friends both in suburban Pittsburgh and, later, in... morePatt's father and mine were classmates at West Point (1930). In the early1950s, when Col Timothy retired from the USMA, they moved to our town Mt. Lebanon, PA and we began a long association as family friends both in suburban Pittsburgh and, later, in the Philadelphia area. We shared many fun family holidays and events. As a teen, Patt's enthusiasm and spark drew me to making Skidmore my #1 college choice. I became one of her "Little Sisters" at Skidmore College when I entered in 1959 and I inherited her raccoon coat which kept me warm during long winter campus walks for my remaining years. less
Connie Talcott SmithThank you for organizing this beautiful way to celebrate Patt's life. It was wonderful to hear of her accomplishments and the way she was loved by family and friends. My sister, Lori Talcott Hoopes, has been in closer touch with Martha and Bob Timothy... moreThank you for organizing this beautiful way to celebrate Patt's life. It was wonderful to hear of her accomplishments and the way she was loved by family and friends. My sister, Lori Talcott Hoopes, has been in closer touch with Martha and Bob Timothy over the years than I have, and it was good to see them online. I also remember Maury Collins as "the personality" that filled the teen (and post-teen) recreation room in the basement of the Timothy home in Moorestown ... going back to the late 1950s! I loved how your family sang Amazing Grace at the closing. Blessings to you and yours, Connie Talcott Smith less
Patt's father and mine were classmates at West Point (1930). In the early1950s, when Col Timothy retired from the USMA, they moved to our town Mt. Lebanon, PA and we began a long association as family friends both in suburban Pittsburgh and, later, in... morePatt's father and mine were classmates at West Point (1930). In the early1950s, when Col Timothy retired from the USMA, they moved to our town Mt. Lebanon, PA and we began a long association as family friends both in suburban Pittsburgh and, later, in the Philadelphia area. We shared many fun family holidays and events. As a teen, Patt's enthusiasm and spark drew me to making Skidmore my #1 college choice. I became one of her "Little Sisters" at Skidmore College when I entered in 1959 and I inherited her raccoon coat which kept me warm during long winter campus walks for my remaining years. less
Connie Talcott SmithThank you for organizing this beautiful way to celebrate Patt's life. It was wonderful to hear of her accomplishments and the way she was loved by family and friends. My sister, Lori Talcott Hoopes, has been in closer touch with Martha and Bob Timothy... moreThank you for organizing this beautiful way to celebrate Patt's life. It was wonderful to hear of her accomplishments and the way she was loved by family and friends. My sister, Lori Talcott Hoopes, has been in closer touch with Martha and Bob Timothy over the years than I have, and it was good to see them online. I also remember Maury Collins as "the personality" that filled the teen (and post-teen) recreation room in the basement of the Timothy home in Moorestown ... going back to the late 1950s! I loved how your family sang Amazing Grace at the closing. Blessings to you and yours, Connie Talcott Smith less
It's been very hard accepting the reality that this happened. We were meant to see again soon. It's not a lie that you are a brother, not only a brother-in-Christ but a brother I shared life with. Our parent's families still know and love each other. ... moreIt's been very hard accepting the reality that this happened. We were meant to see again soon. It's not a lie that you are a brother, not only a brother-in-Christ but a brother I shared life with. Our parent's families still know and love each other. Our journey through Command Kaduna, those wonderful mid-term breaks, our time of fellowship and labor in Christ, and our gentle wading the waters of youthfulness. You were bestman #1 amongst other 11 great people we know. You have gone to be with our Lord. I just wish this didn't happen.
The Lord will not leave you Bose, and the children; daddy, mummy, Pastor Yemi, Yemisi, Akin, and Yetunde. Though we don't understand in full... we know that God will not stop being faithful to you. He will lead the way and make a way.
- 'Biodun Akinrinola less
I never actually met Dr Donna in person, but she was always bigger than life & 100% present, for the many years of phone calls & transmissions.
She cared for Vijay cat for 14 years, saved his life & was very present for him when it was... morePaula Bradshaw:
I never actually met Dr Donna in person, but she was always bigger than life & 100% present, for the many years of phone calls & transmissions.
She cared for Vijay cat for 14 years, saved his life & was very present for him when it was time for him to pass.
Donna became the #1 in Charlies life, healed his belly, so he could live a happy healthy-life.
Dr Donna was always so loving, kind, clear & always accurate in her impressions. She saved my life a number of times & even took the time to send me a beautiful card when my Mother passed. Her loving care will always be remembered.
Dr Donna lived on an incredible beam of light & I just know she is still sending us all healing light & energy at an even higher frequency. HerGenerous Spirit lives on💫
We are so blessed to be the receivers of her Great Love.💞
May Peace & Blessings be upon Her family & all those who served with her.🦋🌺🦋 less
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