Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Welcome Norma Knobel (Mrs. Lamar Hunt)



"A gentle giant." "A quiet storm." --Georgia Buchanan

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today we welcome famous widow Norma Knobel wife of famous Hunt oil heir Lamar Hunt to our joy-ous club.

That's right Widows, the club what nobody wants to become a member of. The club what costs the one time price of one husband -- Yours -- to joy-n. Sorry. No Refunds.

Lamar Hunt is credited for coining the term "Super Bowl."

Mourning Joy:

Q: How does Mother Earth fish?

A: With North and South poles.

Mourning Quote:

"Accept loss forever." --Jack Kerouac

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.

Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.

Mine the gold nuggets in your brain. Write something.

Go ahead I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

Give A Click - My Mourning Joy - january 31, 2007


Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.
It's a chilly frosty day 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be.
After I remember Him, I gaze out my window and wonder what good things are in store for me this bright day. Sometimes it's a picture of a tree that sends warm fuzzies into my brain. But not today!
A fellow writer has honored me as February Writer of the Month at her website.
I am honored. I am grateful.
Now that's My Mourning Joy!
See for yourself.
Give a click.
Scroll down.
I dare you.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Welcome Eva Borja (Mrs. Cesar Borja)




"This type of death is no different than a cop being gunned down on the street. It should be covered as a line of duty death."
--Lou Matarazzo, of the Detectives' Endowment Association
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.
Today we welcome famous widow Eva Borja wife of famous 9/11 first responder Cesar Borja to our Joy-ous club.
That's right Widows, the club what nobody wants to be a member of.
The club what costs one husband -- YOURS -- to joy-n.
"Cesar borja, 52, worked double-shifts three times a week at Ground Zero," according to his son, Cesar, Jr. "The 20-year veteran developed the 'World Trade Center cough' shortly after retiring in 2003, and his condition deteriorated until his death from pulmonary fibrosis."
Eva is left with 3 children.
Mourning Joy:
Q: What kind of eyeglasses do spies wear?
A: Spy-focals.
Mourning Quote:
"So many people I had loved...all gone...so many good times. Vanished -- and held inside."
--Natalie Goldberg
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Open your JOY-nal. Write something.
Go ahead. I dare you.
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
Note to Mrs. Cesar Borja: We wish you, Cesar Jr., Nhia, and Evan an abundance of Mourning Joy.

A Higher Joy

by Ben Bokser
I need not receive
In return for giving.
I caressed an injured bird
Because it was in pain.
I embraced my child
Because I love him.
I guided a blind man
Across the street
Because he needed help.
I looked in awe at a sunset
Because it was beautiful.
I know a higher joy,
I live in order to spend myself,
And the fountain is enriched
The more I draw on it.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Agnes Jackman (Mrs. James Jackman)

"My life is made easier because of the investments we made. Do I have to worry? No. ...I don't spend, but I can spend if I want. I'd like to see my family be comfortable."

--Agnes Jackman

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today we welcome famous 1980 NY Million Dollar Lotto Winner widow Agnes Jackman wife of famous James Jackman to our JOY-ous club. That's right widows, the club no one wants to j0y-n.

Agnes's husband James died in 1998.

Agnes admits winning the guaranteed $1 million Lottery payout over 20 years was a life turning event. And she and her husband quickly went through half their winnings before slowing their new spending habits--And after they both quit their jobs.

Today Agnes lives in a 2-bedroom Cape Cod that formerly served as a minister's residence behind a local church. She hopes her savings will keep her there the rest of her life.

We do, too.

Mourning Joy:

Q: Why was the belt arrested?
A: For holding up the pants!

Mourning Quote:

"I don't think we ever feel like we're good enough. We don't feel like we're thin enough or pretty enough or smart enough or work hard enough. And we are good enough."

--Kirstie Alley (on Oprah)

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Write something. Go ahead. I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Welcome Elizabeth Cady Stanton (Henry Brewster Stanton)



"Whatever the theories may be of woman's dependence on man, in the supreme moments of her life he cannot bear her burdens." --Harriet Cady Stanton

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today we honor and welcome into our joy-ous club, that's right the club nobody wants to j0y-n, famous spokeswoman for human rights for all humanity widow of famous abolutionist Henry Brewster Stanton. Whew!

Elizabeth and Henry were married 47 years and had 7 children.

Elizabeth was a published author and fighter for women's rights. She joined forces with Susan B. Anthony to form the National Woman Suffrage Association.

Elizabeth was ahead of her time. She insisted the word "obey" be left out her wedding ceremony.

After her death, her daughter, Harriot, pictured with her above, carried on her work.

Mourning Joy:

Q: What part of your body has the most rythmn?

A: Your ear drums.

Mourning Quote:

"Wishful thinking is the order of the day. You feel a bit silly--like you're rubbing Alladdin's lamp in hopes that a genie will pop out. But keep polishing that lamp, because magic does really happen." --Horoscope

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Open that JOY-nal.

What is your wishful thinking this crisp winter day 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be?

Why not write it?

Go ahead.

I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

Welcome Denise Marshall (Mrs. John W. Marshall)



















"He was a soldier's soldier who loved virtually everything about the Army.
--Denise Marshall

Today we honor famous widow Denise Marshall wife of famous Sergeant, United States Army John W. Marshall into our JOY-ous club.
Price of Admission - One husband -- YOURS!
Sorry. All Sales Final.

Sergeant Marshall was lost in action in Iraq on April 8, 2003. He was 50 years old.

Sergeant Marshall was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart.

Denise Marshall is left with 6 children to see her through the grief process.
Mourning Joy:

Q: Why are potatoes good detectives?

A: Because they keep their eyes peeled.

Mourning Quote:
"I am ready to meet my maker."
--Winston Churchill on his 75th birthday
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
What thoughts come to mind as you read today's mourning joy? ...Today's mourning quote?
Write your thoughts.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

My Mourning Joy - January 27, 2007


by Edna St. Vincent Millay

When lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning, but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.


Taken from "Good Poems Selected and Introduced" by Garrison Keillor, a gift from Beverly A. Kipp -- Thank you, Beverly, wherever you are.

:)L

Friday, January 26, 2007

Welcome Charlene Defreese (Mrs. Emil Mann)





"We would like to see justice done. Walder took my brother's life. He took away my brother from my nephews. Hopefully, he'll get (prison) time." --Morris Mann


Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.


Today we welcome famous Native American Widow Charlene Defreese wife of shot dead famous Native American husband Emil Mann to our JOY-ous club.


That's right, Widows, the club what nobody wants to joy-n.


Newspaper accounts report, "Mann, 45, of Monroe, NY, a New York State Parks and Recreation Department machine operator for 14 years, was shot in the chest and leg by State Park Police Officer Chad Walder on April 1, 2006


The shooting occurred on an abandoned goat farm in Mahway, where an argument broke out between State Park Police officers and members of the Ramapough Lenape Indian Nation."


It seems the group had gathered for a barbecue near the tribe's traditional homeland. Tribe members say Mann was shot while trying to break up a scuffle between a cousin..."


Whatever the circumstance, Charlene Defreese is a widow left with two young boys to raise. Alone.


And now it's a lawsuit sparked by the family of a Native American man who protest racism wrongful death allegations and civil rights violations.


Sounds right to me.


It is interesting to note here that since the shooting, all officers in and around the area at the time, including Walder, except for 1, are out on paid sick leave, "backed by a doctor's certificate."


Hmmmm.


Mourning Joy:


Q: What did the sock say to the foot?


A: You are putting me on.


Mourning Quote:


"You ought to be more careful, Carter, smiled Finney. "You could hurt yourself that way."


--from "The Dog Days of Arthur Cane," by T. Ernesto Bethancourt


After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.


What about what Finney said to Carter. Do you agree? What do you think?


Let the words swirl your brain. Think smoke curling out an open fire.


Now pick up your pen. And write something.


Go ahead.


I dare you.


Have a joy-filled day day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.


:)L

My JOY-nal Entry - January 26, 2007


"You can't change that which you cannot accept."

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be I awakened to a blanket of snow the color of wool outside my window. Sometime during the night on little fog feet snow arrived.

As I sip my mourning coffee, vanilla bean, and type the sounds of shovels scraping neighborhood sidewalks and driveways fill the air.

I must remember to booty Izzy's paws before we go for our mourning walk. If I don't, he will lick his paws until he's sick to his stomach. And he'll also get cold feet.

It is 2 years, 7 months, 26 days since my life has changed forever. (But who's counting?)

And I remember Him.

And I honor Him.

This day I choose to honor YOU, and me, and our JOY-ous club.

And let you in on my secret.
May 1 is a very special day for me.

May 1, 1987 was the day I married Ed Sclier; May 1, 2004 was the day Ed Sclier died.
This May 1, I wish to make a different May 1.

I proclaim May 1, 2007, a national day of Mourning JOY -- for YOU and for me.

The one where we honor Him, remember Him, and celebrate YOU and me and our JOY-filled club. That's right Widows the club what nobody wants to joy-n.
So I'm inviting you to JOY-n with me on May 1, 2007 in JOY-ful celebration --

With a Walk

And a Wave

For Widows Only

That's it.

On May 1, 2007, wherever we are, whatever we're doing, we take time out and just take a walk.

Oh yeah, and wave *at someone, or something* --

Wave at Your neighbor, at Your best friend, at Your dog, at Your cat. Heck. Wave at the tree you hugged yesterday.

It's not important where you walk, or who or what you wave to or at.

What's important is that we commit to take a walk to honor Him and the club we are.

After that, let's gather 'round the computers, fingerhug our pens, and write.

We'll plan a joy-nal entry.
Whaddayasay? Is it a date?
Please don't tell me I gotta booty your paws. 'Cause no getting cold feet allowed.
There. My secret's out.
Have a joy-filled Widows. And remember, We're not alone.

:)L



Thursday, January 25, 2007

Susan Kehl (Mrs. Paul Gleason)


"Love is forever."
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!
Today we welcome famous widow Susan Kehl Gleason wife of famous film and television actor Paul Gleason into our JOY-ous club.
Yup. You guessed it. The one nobody wants to joy-n.
Paul Gleason died from a form of lung cancer May 27, 2006. He was 67 years old.
Kayce is left with their 2 daughters and 1 granddaughter to see her through mourning joy.
Mourning Joy:
Q: What kind of ties can't you wear?
A: Railroad ties.
Mourning Quote:
"We were young together. We grew old. Our children became adults. But what was between us never really changed, though we each changed so much."
--Amanda Cross (b. 1926) American writer
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Open that JOY-nal. Think about today's mourning quote.
What thoughts enter your mind.
Write them down.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have a JOY-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Welcome Diane Blood (Mrs. Stephen Blood)



"What I fought for was to get the rest of my life back and make decisions as I go along, but I severely doubt if I will have any more."
--Diane Blood

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!

Today we welcome famous widow Diane Blood wife of famous husband Stephen Blood to our joy-ous club. The club nobody wants to joy-n.

In February 2003, Diane Blood fought and won the right to have her partner legally recognized as the father of her children.

"Diane Blood is a freelance advertising executive. "

Stephen came down with meningitis and lapsed into a coma before he could sign and give Diane permission to start a family with his sperm.

"June 27,1998, Diane announced her pregnancy."
"December 11, 1998, she gave birth to son, Liam, weighing in at 5 lbs. 3 oz."
"July 17, 2002, she gave birth to a second son, Joel Michael."

Diane labels her accomplishment as, "A victory for common sense and justice."

One would have to agree on that.

Mourning Joy:

Q: What kind of soda must you not drink?

A: Baking soda.

Mourning Quote:

"We women learn at last...that the one gift in our treasure house is love...love...love. If we cannot give it, if no one looks into our eyes and asks our gift...we may indeed collect ourselves and offer our second best to the world, and the world may applaud. But the vital principle is gone from our lives."
--Ruth Benedict

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Open that JOY-nal. Write something. Go ahead. I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

Not For Widows Only - What Every Married Woman Needs To Know

By Linda Della Donna


You love your man. And he loves you back.

You get married. And live happily ever after. Forever.

In a perfect world that is what I wish for every woman in the universe. But Think again.

Nobody lives forever. Statistics show wives outlive husbands.

Now that I have your attention, there is 1 thing you need to know in case you outlive your husband:

1. Got will?

No. I'm not talking about Will, the man next door, I mean the piece of paper naming you executrix of your husband’s estate when he dies.

Good.

1. Not enough -- Not if DH has been married before.

1. If you are Wife Number Two, Three, or Four, keep reading. Wife Number One, leave the room.

1. Ask to see DH’s separation papers, the thing what was merged into and made a part of his divorce decree.

1. Do not take no for an answer.

1. Read it.

1. Check for a clause -- ESTATE BENEFIT FOR CHILD -- ANYTHING resembling the following language:

…in full force and effect a valid last will and testament which provides that if the Child survives such party the Child shall receive an amount equal to one-half (1/2) of such party’s net estate. The net estate shall mean the gross estate as determined for Federal estate purposes (or if such estate does not require a Federal estate tax return, then as if such return was required) less all claims, administration expenses and taxes. In lieu of an outright devise and/or bequest, such party may establish a trust for the benefit of the Child with a corpus of such amount, income to be payable annually, or at such more frequent intervals as the trustee may elect, to the Child until the Child attains a specified age, provided, however that no such trust shall suspend the ownership of such property beyond the Child attaining the age of twenty-five with respect to one-half thereof and beyond the Child attaining the age of thirty with the respect to the balance thereof. If income is payable to the Child until the Child attains a specified age or sooner dies, then…

Mumbo jumbo legalese. Perhaps. And trying to decipher it makes interpreting hieroglyphics in the Rosetta Stone easy.

But…And here’s where the world of moonlight and roses ends and naked reality begins:

1. If you see these words - or any words with a hint of their odor - I urge you, no, I command you, RUN, don’t walk, to an attorney.

1. Don’t say I can’t afford a lawyer.

1. When it comes to this document, you can’t afford not to hire a lawyer. You will need advice about what necessary steps to take to prevent future heartache and possible financial ruin in the event of your husband’s death.

1. If lawyer man says you got nothing to worry about, find another lawyer.

1. In simple talk: Any real property with your husband’s name on it, any savings accounts, any checking accounts with your husband’s name on it, the house you live in with his name on the title, including but not limited to the life insurance policy he took out on his life naming you as beneficiary, is subject to debate, up for grabs. And regardless of his verbal instructions, it can be ordered by a judge to be taken from you.

1. Do not be fooled by the “Child” word in a divorce decree, thinking it refers to a bottle sucking, fair-haired angel baby under the ages of 18, 21, or 25. Not so.

You say what’s with this writer? You don’t understand. You say you have a good relationship with your stepchild, and your husband has a good relationship with his ex-wife. They would never do anything to harm you, especially after he’s dead. Well, if you truly believe this, then I got a bridge in Tarrytown, New York for sale.

1. When it comes to a dead person’s money and somebody else thinking they got a claim to it, people do strange things once the earth’s been tamped on his grave. It’s never too early for any married woman to take action and protect her assets.

Of course, no happily married woman wants to think about burying her husband. On the long list of ugly, that one rockets to the top. But if you take my advice and learn what every woman should know as outlined above, you will be prepared.

If the time should ever come, and I hope it never does, you’ll have peace of mind knowing you acted sooner rather than later.



Linda Della Donna is a freelance writer who lives 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be with her small dog, Izzy and his little cat, Tux. Della Donna supports new widows through the grief process. You can learn more about Della Donna and receive a copy of her free ebook, A Treasury of Quotations, by visiting her website - http://www.littleredmailbox.com Simply fill out the opt-in box and subscribe. Della Donna has a blog - http://www.griefcase.blogspot.com - Need an interview? Perhaps you have a different writing assignment. You can contact Della Donna at linda@littleredmailbox.com. She’s waiting to hear from you.
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Welcome Gertrude Janeway (Mrs. John W. Janeway)





"It didn't seem like it has been too long since I was playin like a young 'un." --Gertrude Janeway

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today we honor and welcome famous longest lived widow of famous civil war veteran John W. Janeway into our JOY-ous club. That's right Widows. The club nobody wants to joy-n. Ever.

Gertrude was 18 years old when John proposed. Her parents were against the marriage. John was 81 years old.

Gertrude died January 17, 2003 at age 89.

Mourning Joy:

Q: What does the Invisible Man drink at snack time?

A: Evaporated milk.

Mourning Quote:

"The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in awhile and watch your answers change." --Richard Bach

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Write something. Go ahead. I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

Ten Things Every New Widow Needs To Survive

By Linda Della Donna

When you suddenly find yourself without your life partner, you don't know what to expect. Your world's been turned upside down. Like the mighty oak caught in a fierce wind, you feel uprooted. Your feet don't touch the ground. You think you're crazy. But you're not. You're just a new widow. Your husband is dead and your life is forever changed.

Learning to expect the unexpected will help you get through this most painful time in your life. Here are 10 things you need to know if you are to survive.

1. Expect people to say stupid things. "Don't worry, you're young, you'll meet someone new." No matter your age, this will sting like a hot iron on raw flesh. Your mind is on your husband and preserving His memory. The thought of another man in your life too soon after His death may cause you additional pain.

"I'm sorry for your loss." If there is a "loss"? This makes you wonder where is found? For the new widow, there is no found.

"He would want you to find a new man." Hmmm… On this one, this writer takes umbrage. Nobody can tell you what He wanted, except you, nor, should they.

"I understand. I'm divorced." Not. Divorce is different than death. Though a divorced individual may wish her ex to not be here, it just isn't the same thing. While divorce can be painful, and having experienced one personally, the death of a soul mate is different, as this writer will attest, there is no connection.

2. Expect to be asked out--by your best friend's husband.

3. Expect to be asked, "Do you masturbate?" by your best friend.

4. Expect to break down in tears when you least expect it--at the sound of the doorbell, at the sound of the telephone, at the sight of a couple walking hand in hand. All too soon the reality of being without Him sets in and it will take time for you to let go of your past. But you will.

5. Expect to begin each day wondering how you made it though the day before. And end it thinking you just can't do it any more.

6. Expect to feel weak, strong, suicidal, angry, happy, euphoric, glad, sad, guilty, alone, lonely, trapped, free, tired, bored, overworked, overwhelmed, silly, puzzled, like you don't belong.

Why not? You have just experienced life at its worst. I'm here to tell you, everything will be okay. Think baby steps. Think, I can and think, I will.

7. Expect all your friends to run away. They're frightened, too. And they just don't know how to handle your grief. Seeing you dealing with the death of someone near and dear is just too close for comfort.

8. Expect all your friends to come back. Give them time. The real ones do.

9. Expect to find yourself standing in front of an open refrigerator at 3:00 in the morning studying the expiration date on a bottle of ketchup. Give yourself permission to process your grief any way you need to.

10. Expect to laugh when the dog pees on the living room rug, when the garage door falls off its hinges, when the refrigerator makes a puddle on the kitchen floor, and when the woman next door goes out on a date--with the woman down the street. Your life is forever changed and so is your outlook. In the big picture, these things become miniscule.

11. Expect to wish you were dead.

12. Expect to blame yourself for His death.

13. Expect to ask yourself questions that have no answers. What if? Why me? Why couldn't I have died first?

14. Expect to make plans to run away.

15. Expect to cancel them, because you realize there is no place to run away to.

16. Expect to kiss a fool.

17. Expect to feel like you cheated. You didn't.

18. Expect to wish for a giant eraser to erase away all the pain.

19. Expect the pain to never end. It won't. But in time you will learn how to manage it. I promise.

20. Expect to smile when you feel like crying.

21. Expect to not sleep.

22. Expect to not focus.

23. Expect to not eat. In the beginning you won't be able to enjoy food. But it is important to drink plenty of fluids. If nothing else, drink water to keep your kidneys flush.

24. Expect to eat too much.

25. Expect to not be in the mood for all the things you once were in the mood for. Imagine. This writer didn't want to eat chocolate!

26. Expect the sun to come out tomorrow, the daffodils to sprout in spring, every bird on the planet to sing, every oak, elm, and cottonwood to shed its leaves in autumn, the moon to glow, the stars to twinkle, the earth to spin on its axis, and then to wonder why.

27. Expect no one to understand. Though they say, "I understand." They can't. They don't. They never will. Not even another widow. Grief is personal. It's just like a thumb print, no two alike. Expect to make mistakes.

28. Expect to forgive yourself.

Okay. That's it. And now I know what you're thinking – She's listed more than ten things.

But to make it through your grief, it's important to realize you are not alone. What you are feeling is normal. Being informed is being prepared. It will help you survive.

Expect the unexpected.

And, like the mighty oak caught in a fierce storm bending in the wind to keep from being uprooted, you will learn to accept your plight. You will learn to remain grounded, and eventually you will be able to turn your upside down world right side up again.

Linda Della Donna is a freelance writer and graduate of the Institute of Children's Literature. She writes for children, parents, adults, and widows. A student of Natalie Goldberg, author of "Writing Down the Bones," Linda writes the tough stuff--cancer, dying, death--and she writes it from the heart. In 1986, Linda entered a writing contest with The Reporter Dispatch. Based on a childhood memory, her short story, "The Year That Christmas Waited" took first prize--she's been writing ever since.

To learn more about Linda and her writing passion, visit her website, http://www.littleredmailbox.com and her blog, http://griefcase.blogspot.com

Linda wants new widows to know one thing: We're not alone.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

Read Me

We've all been there. At one time or another.

So I wrote it out for the rest of us.

"What To Say/What Not To Say To The Nearly Newly Widowed"

Go ahead. Give a click. I dare you.



Thanks

Welcome Shaba'a Mudhar Khalil (Mrs. Ahmed Hadi Naji)


"His body was found in a morgue."
--AP website
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me
Today we welcome famous widow Shaba'a Mudhar Khalil wife of famous AP employee Ahmed Hadi Naji to our JOY-ous club.
That's right Widows. The club what nobody wants to lift one pinky finger to JOY-n! Ever.
The club what costs one husband -- YOURS!
Sorry, NO REFUNDS - ALL SALES FINAL
Ahmed was "a camerman with the US-based Associated Press."
According to an AP report, "His body was found in a morgue" with a bullet in the back of his head "six days after he was last seen by his family."
Shaba'a Mudhar Khalil is left with 4 month old twins, a boy and a girl to raise alone.
"All of us at AP share the pain and grief being felt by Ahmed's family and friends." --AP President & CEO Tom Curley
And so do we.
Mourning Joy:
Q: What shoes should you wear when your basement is flooded?
A: Pumps!
Mourning Quote:
"It's not only about getting what you want, but wanting what you have. Reevaluate. It's also lucky to pay tribute in some way to people who helped you."
--Horoscope 1/2/07
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Open that JOY-nal. Make an entry.
Write something.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

JOY-nal January 22, 2007



"Real friends have no problem with silence."

--Jim Lehrer (b 1934) American writer

There is gray sky out my townhouse window this chilly morning 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be.

From what little I can see with my nose pressed to the glass and my neck craned to the west like some silly ostrich up for air, it looks like snow is headed this way.

Today is Monday.

And Monday is my favorite day of the week.

It marks a new beginning.

No matter the Sunday, Saturday, or Friday before, it's the promise of Monday that keeps me putting one bunny slippered foot in front of the other.

Yes, I spend my days, and my nights missing Him, the memories loop my brain in endless succession, and I have adapted -- To life with my small dog Izzy and his little cat, Tux.

They sleep beside me, one eye opened, watching and waiting for me to stir.

We're a scene right out of a yet to be made movie for t.v.

I stumble from bedroom to kitchen for morning juicy.

Izzy and Tux tag me down the stairs.

One gallopping like a horse just let out the gate at a raceway;

the other on tippy toed fog feet at the end of the line.

Though I miss Him more than a thousand adjectives, and am without, I discover I am not alone.

I delight in true Mourning Joy -- The unconditional love of man's best friend and his best friend.

What more could a girl ask for?

:)L

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Welcome Nidia Colon (Mrs. Howard Thomas)

"I loved him, I took care of him. And he wanted to take care of me."
--Nidia Colon Thomas

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today we welcome famous widow Nidia Colon Thomas wife of famous Alzheimer's making-the-news victim Howard Thomas to our JOY-ous club.

That's right Widows, the club what nobody wants to JOY-n.

Price of membership? One husband -- YOUrs -- Sorry, no refunds, no returns. All Sales FINAL

According to The Journal News 1/20/07, Nidia was a part of the "couple" who "in happy times shared...a small house in Mahopac before Howard Thomas' death six months after their wedding."

On the surface, it would seem Nadia was a bad woman. But...

There's history to Nadia and Howard.

They met in the Bronx while he was a principal at I. S. 74.

Howard was a widower, Nadia a widow. She worked as a security guard.

They dated all through the 1980's, never seeing a need to get married. Until...

In 2000, Howard was diagnosed with Terminal Cancer...

The claim is that, "Thomas wanted to be certain that she was taken care of after he was gone."

"The family" which consists of an attorney from the west coast, along with a 1/2 sister, and 2 children from previous marriages of the deceased have united to get back what they believe rightfully belongs to them.

Sounds like sour grapes to me.

After 5 years of haggling through the courts, they have succeeded in having their dead father's last marriage to the woman who loved him, took care of him in failing health, married him, and more, annulled.

Nadia is ordered to pay back all inheritance to the estate, to the lawyer, and the two surviving other children *the 1/2 sister died during all this haggling* that Howard had from his previous marriages.

Interesting.

Shocking?

Shame on them.

It's all a matter of "he said/she said" depending on which news report you choose to side with.

But honest, if these kids were aware their dad was in such poor ailing health when he got married, where were they then?

Charles Campbell, San Francisco Lawyer and son says, "My father never wanted to get married, that's why he never did, and by 2000, he had Alzheimer's so bad, he had no idea what he was doing."

Really?

One question Mr. Lawyer: If dad was "so bad" where were you? With all your legal knowledge and expertise, why is it you waited until after he was dead to sue? Why didn't you take action to protect your(?) assets when he was first diagnosed?

Lawyering is easy when you are one; A helpless vulnerable widow woman is easy prey when she's grieving a dead man taking a dirt nap.

Nidia says, I'm going to fight this, whatever I have to do!"

I say, you go, girl!

Mourning Joy:

Q: What's a pickle's all time favorite musical?

A: Hello, Dilly!

Mourning Quote:

"Today let's ignore the stupid smelly bus. Let's cover our ears and hold our noses and pretend it's not there."
--Junie B. Jones

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.

Write something. Write about the stupid smelly bus. Write about Hello, Dilly. Write about sour grapes.

Write anything.

Just do it.

I dare you.

Have a JOY-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

My Mourning JOY-nal January 21, 2007



"...whoever, thank you for this air I'm about to in-and exhale, this hutch in the woods, the wood for fire, the light--both lamp and natural stuff of leaf-back, fern and wing.

For the piano, the shovel for ashes, the moth-gnawed blankets, the stone-cold water stone-cold: thank you.

Thank you, ...coming for, to carry me here -- where I'll gnash it out, ...where I'll calm and work, ..., thank you for the goddam birds singing!"

--From the "Poem in Thanks" by Thomas Lux

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

It's a cold 20 degrees 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be. Izzy's in, Tux is out.

There's a blanket of white the color of wool outside my window and when I went out to pick up The Journal News laying in my driveway, it crunched under my feet as I walked.

Ahhh, my mourning joy.

I want to take a moment here and thank YOU for being so nice. See, I'm getting letters, real questions, real comments, real thoughts in my emailbox, and they're coming from YOU.

Whenever I read one of YOUr posts, I get a warm fuzzy feeling all over, and I commence to singing. Today I'm singing, "You didn't have to be so nice. I would have liked you anyway."

That song was by the Lovin' Spoonful *I think*. Remember them?

I just want YOU to know that YOUr comments, YOUr questions, YOU taking the time to spend time on me, well, it fills me with mourning joy and proves we're not alone.

Be well Widows. Be filled with Mourning Joy. Be proud. Because We're special. We're a club.

;)L

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Welcome Kathleen Scott (Mrs. Robert Falcon Scott)

"Dearest ... cherish no sentimental rubbish about remarriage - when the right man comes to help you in life you ought to be your happy self again. I hope I shall be a good memory; certainly the end is nothing for you to be ashamed of and I like to think that the boy will have a good start in parentage of which he may be proud."

--Robert Falcon Scott

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

Today we welcome famous widow Kathleen Scott wife of famous British Explorer Captain Robert Falcon Scott who didn't return from the North Pole to our JOY-ful club. That's right Widows, the club nobody wants to JOY-n!

Kathleen read the words her husband penned after he died:


"Dear it is not easy to write because of the cold - 70 degrees below zero and nothing but the shelter of our tent - you know I have loved you, you know my thoughts must have constantly dwelt on you and oh dear me you must know that quite the worst aspect of this situation is the thought that I shall not see you again."

"The inevitable must be faced."

"Kathleen Scott remarried politician Edward Hilton Young in 1922 and became Baroness Kennet when he was ennobled in 1935. She died in 1947."

Mourning Joy:

Q: What clothing does a house wear?

A: Address

Mourning Quote:

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief..and unspeakable love." --Washington Irving

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Write something.

Go ahead. I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

My JOY-nal Entry - January 20, 2007


"He makes me feel bigger and better than I am."
--Wallace Stegner (1909-1993)
Good Mourning Widows! Joy to you and me.
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood," as Mr. Rogers used to sing. The sun is shining brightly, the sky is a perfect shade of turquoise, and though it's biting cold out, there ain't a cloud in the sky.
If you get a chance, I'd be mighty honored if you stopped by.
Have a JOY-filled day. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

Friday, January 19, 2007

Welcome Maureen Arizin (Mrs. Paul Arizin)



"Whenever you meet a legend, you're a little uneasy." --Jay Wright
Good Mourning Widows.
Joy to you and me!
Today we welcome famous widow wife of famous basketball player of Villanova fame Paul Arizin to our JOY-ful club.
That's right Widows. The club what nobody wants to lift one pinky finger to JOY-n.
Maureen's husband Paul pioneered the jump shot -- "When I tried to hook, my foot would go out from under me," he said. "So I jumped. I always was a good jumper."
Paul died December 13, 2006. He was 78 years old.
Maureen is left with 4 sons, 1 daughter, and 14 grandchildren to see her through her mourning joy.
Mourning Joy:
Q: When is it dangerous to play cards?
A: When the Joker is wild.
Mourning Quote:
"My tears don't compromise my strength. They never have."
--Taken from a Kleenex commercial
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Pull out a Kleenex, dry your eyes, and write something.
Anything.
Just do it.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have a great day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

Ed Edward Eddy



"Why did you do all this for me?" he asked. "I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you."

You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing."

--E. B. White (1899-1985) American Writer

Ed wasn't just my husband. Ed was my best friend. I can say with honest affection, life with Edward was one big date.

Throughout our marriage, when there was a problem, and usually the problem was mine, Ed was there for me.

I remember once at the end of a long hard day I came home from work moaning I hate my job. It was Ed who made me feel better; Ed who put things in perspective. Ed who said, half joking, "Linda, I'm the only white guy in my office. And I'm Jewish." Then he gave me a big hug. And grinned.

Ed had an uncanny way about him. He was unpretentions, direct, dogmatic, fairminded, posessed a great sense of humor, owned a sense of adventure. Above all else, he had the ability to guide me back on target whenever I veered off course. Ed was my anchor. And dang! If I live to be 1003, and G_d, please don't do that, I will never fully get over why we ended sooner than later. We were that good.

I realize nothing and no one is forever. Life is a fragile gift. And I'm eternally grateful for that rainy day in May 1985 when Ed slipped a shiny gold ring on my finger and I pormised to be his wife. But c'mon, even Timmy was sad when Lassie got lost.

Nobody expects to knit themselves into another person. Everybody would like to think they adhere to the adage, "Never put all your eggs in one basket." Perhaps that is what they truly believe.

People may pontificate to anyone who will lend an ear that though they are married and love their spouse, they don't define themselves as being somebody's wife. They proclaim to be an independent human being. Then they go on about the business of living ignoring the D word, thinking death happens to everybody else's husband. Until...

But trust me on this, anybody who says all of the above is fooling nobody but their own self. They are an island with no tide, and as alien as ET with no phone and no home. And I hope we never meet.

For a good long time I was Mrs. Edward Sclier. And with all the pain and sorrow, if I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't hesitate to hop on board and begin rowing again.

I'd give anything to see that man's face one more time. Hopefully someday I will.

I love you Ed Sclier, wherever you are.

Thanks for the memory.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Welcome Mabel Hubbard (Mrs. Alexander Graham Bell)


"I thought I would always have him; ...the heart of everything has gone out of life forever; ...and it was terrible trying to live without him."
--Mabel Hubbard Bell
Good Mourning Widows.
Joy to you and me!
Today we honor famous widow Mabel Hubbard Bell wife of famous inventor Alexander Graham Bell to our JOY-ous club.
That's right Widows, the club nobody wants to JOY-n. Ever.
Mabel and Alexander married on July 11, 1877.
A deaf mute, Mabel's handicap spurred Alexander on to create a device that would allow him to communicate with her.
Mabel became a widow in 1923 at age 66. 5 months after Alexander's death, she got sick with pancreatic cancer and died.
"During WWI, Mabel sponsored benefits to raise money for the Red Cross. She also helped build life boats for the U. S. Navy and got women involved in her work."
Mourning Joy:
Q: What do you get when you saw a comedian in two?
A: A half-wit.
Mourning Quote:
"Strength through joy."
--Robert Ley
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Write something.
Just do it.
Go ahead.
I dare you!
Have an abundantly JOY-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

More Mourning Joy - January 18, 2007


"Listening requires the use of our hearts as well as our ears."
--Beth Mende Conny





"Be grateful for the things we have." -- Hillary Clinton




Good Mourning Widows.
Joy to you and me.
Meet George and his wife Colleen. They're my kids. And today *actually, every day* they bring me More Mourning Joy.
See those roses? There are 26 of them long-stemmed buds in that vase. Count 'em.
Anyway, they're Sophia Roses. And Sophia Roses are my very favorite flowers in the whole wide world.
They are a present. From George and Colleen. To me.
Because I'm so wonder-joy-ful! That's why, Silly!
Anyway, that's More Mourning Joy for me this bright chilly day 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be.
What's your's?
Have a JOY-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

My Mourning Joy - January 18, 2007


Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.
It's pretty darn cold here 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be. Makes me glad I got two fur coats to keep me warm -- Izzy and Tux!
My new ezine article, For The Newly Widowed -- 4 Tips To Guide You Through The Grief Process is posted at http://ezinearticles.com/?For-The-Newly-Widowed---4-Tips-To-Guide-You-Through-The-Grief-Process&id=421354.
So what are you waiting for?
Give a click.
And read.
And if I'm real lucky, you'll leave a comment.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have a JOY-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Welcome Sophia Loren (Mrs. Carlo Ponti)



"I still like me, inside and out. Not in a vain way - I just feel good in my skin."
--Sophia Loren
Good Mourning Widows.
Joy to you and me!
Today we welcome famous actress widow Sophia Loren wife of famous Italian film director Carlo Ponti to our JOY-ous club.
That's right.
The club nobody wants to joy-n. The club what nobody wants to raise one pinky finger to joy-n. The club what costs one husband -- YOURS -- to joy-n.
Sorry. All Sales Final. No Returns. No Refunds.
Sophia Loren was born Sofia Scicolone in a Roman Charity ward and branded "illegitimate."
Her beauty is what raised her from poverty and cast her into wealth, fame, fortune, and international stardom.
Carlo Ponti was 94 years old. He died January 9, 2007. Sophia is left with their two sons, Edoardo and Carlo Jr. to help her through the grief process.
Mourning Joy:
Q: How do rabbits travel?
A: By hareplane!
Mourning Quote:
"In the midst of summer, I finally realized that deep within me there lay an invincible summer."
--Camus
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Write about the midst of summer, the deep within you, the rabbits that travel by hareplane.
Write something. Anything.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L
Note to Sophia Loren, Edoardo, and Carlo Jr. - Please know that you are in our hearts and prayers and we wish you Mourning Joy all the days of your lives.

My Mourning Joy - January 17, 2007


"Our house, is a very, very, very fine house. With two cats in the yard, Life used to be so hard, Now everything is easy 'cause of you."
--Crosby Stills and Nash
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.
It is 19 degrees 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be today, feels more like 0 degrees with the wind chill factored in. But what's the use complaining. As my favorite comedienne, Gilda Radner, used to say, "Nevermind."
Here's a photo of what used to be our garage.
I was proud to be Mrs. Edward Sclier.
I was proud of the life we shared, the dog we raised from a pup, the music we held each other and danced to. Is it any wonder I snapped a photo of 2 cars in a garage?
Today I remember Ed Sclier and the good life we shared.
I've said it before, I'll say it again, I didn't have a good marriage, I had a great marriage, and best part, I knew it. Then.
Anyway, being a widow emboldens each one of us with the hard fact that life is change and nothing is forever; not 2 cats in the yard, not 2 cars in the garage, not 2 people in love.
Hard as it is, each one of us struggles with the arduous task of moving on. Like when? Including me.
My time is near.
But not until I fulfill one last promise. The one I made to Ed when we held each other one last time; when I promised to write His story.
So now YOU know. And YOU are the first to know. I'm headed to write my book, the one I promised my good buddy I would write and knew at the time I was feeling like a great big liar. It won't be easy. I admit, I'm scared.
But a promise is a promise and it's what I got to do.
After that? Not sure.
At any rate, I've confided in YOU about my plans, which means we have a contract. And I must be held accountable to that.
Here's to YOU wherever YOU are.
And here's to Edward Louis Sclier, I know where you are.
And most definitely, here's to my new writing journey, my memoir, Ed Edward Eddy!
Have a JOY-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Welcome Altovise Gore (Mrs. Sammy Davis Jr.)











"My personal struggle was very hard but I think when he passed away I wanted to be with him there but then I realized that I had to survive and try to survive to keep his legacy going on."
--Altovese Gore Davis

Welcome famous widow Altovise Gore famous widow of famous entertainer Sammy Davis Jr. to our JOY-ful club.

That's right Widows. The club what no one wants to joy-n. The club what nobody will raise one pinky finger to volunteer for. Price of admission - ONE HUSBAND --YOURS! Sorry. No Refunds. No Returns. No Exchange. All Sales Final!

Sammy died in 1990.

Altovise met Sammy while a chorous line dancer. This widow woman has danced from London to Broadway and points in between. And she and Sammy were together 20 years.

Among other things, Altovise inherited Sammy's debts. To which there were many. Altovise was forced to sell precious memorabilia to survive.

Only another widow can empathize with this pain. Only another widow can wish there oughta be a law to protect a widow - For after He's gone - But there isn't and their ain't.

Some days I get to thinking there ought to be a National holiday honoring us Widows. Swear to G_d, I do.

Sammy used to sing, "I got to be me," and "Yes, I can!"

I think I like Altovise's man. I think I like his songs. A lot.

Mourning Joy:

Q: What do you call a funny book about eggs?

A: A yolk book!

Mourning Quote:

"God is really only another artist. He invited the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style. He just keeps trying other things."
--Pablo Picasso

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.

Open that JOY-nal.

Write something.

Something about the artist. Something about the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. Something.

Go ahead.

I dare you.

Have a JOY-ful day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

My Mourning Joy - January 16, 2007



"It's best to keep your troubles pretty much to yourself, 'cause half the people you'd tell 'em to won't give a damn, and the other half will be glad to hear you've got 'em."

--taken from "Don't Squat With Yer Spurs On! A Cowboy's Guide To Life" by Texas Bix Bender

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.

It's cold here 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be. Temperature's a dropping, wind's a blowing, and Izzy's a scratching at the door. Looks like snow's heading this way.

There's a mountain of mail waiting to be opened, a dream to catch, and a broken heart to mend.

Ahhhhh, even the tough stuff is My Mourning Joy!

What's yours?

As every widow knows, it's one giant step forward, two steps back. Then start all over. Again.

Have an abundantly joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

Thanks for being there.

And until we meet again.

:)L

Monday, January 15, 2007

Welcome "Bubbe" Maryasha Garelik




"She was small in size, less than 5 feet tall, but a giant in stature."

--Rabbi Moshe Kotlarsky

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!

Today we welcome famous widow "Bubbe" Maryasha Garelik to our joy-ful club.

That's right Widows. The club nobody wants to joy-n. EVER!

The club what nobody wants to be a part of.

Price of Admission -- One Husband --- YOURS!

Sorry. No Refunds. No Returns. All Transactions Final.

"Bubbe" was 106 years old.

She was famous widow, famous grandmother, and she survived the pogroms of Czarist Russia, Soviet anti-Semitism, and Nazi Terror.

Imagine.

"Bubbe" was 5 years old when her father was killed in Czarist Russia.

Her mother and grandparents were executed.

Years after "Bubbe" was married, she and her husband and their 6 small children were evicted from their small apartment. It was winter and there was 6' of snow outside.

After that, her husband refused to work in a factory on the Jewish Sabbath. He was arrested, and shot.

The year was 1930 and it happened under Stalin's rule.

"Bubbe" escaped with their children to Uzbekistan and supported her family making and selling socks.

It wasn't long after that, she and her children were rounded up and forced into a detention camp in Germany.

After the war, "Bubbe" relocated to Paris. She established a private girls school known as, the Lubavitch Jewish Girls' School, which still exists.

There is also a Brooklyn organization whose members visit the sick, a boys school, and a few other things "Bubbe" was involved with here in the US. Seems the list is endless of "Bubbe's" loving kindness.

In keeping with Jewish religious tradition, "Bubbe" was buried Thursday morning, January 12, 2007 in the Old Montefiore Cemetery near the grave of the ultra Orthodox Sect's revered "rebbe," Rabbi Menacham Schneerson.

I'd say "Bubbe" was one fine woman who earned the right.

On behalf of all members of our JOY-filled club, Welcome "Bubbe."

Mourning Joy:

Q: What did the beach say when the tide came in?

A: Long time no sea.

Mourning Quote:

"It's not only about getting what you want, but wanting what you have." --Anonymous

After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.

Open that JOY-nal.

Write something.

Go ahead.

I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Welcome Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh (Mrs. Charles Lindbergh)







"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea."
--CAL


Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!

Today we honor famous widow Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh wife of famous aviator Charles Lindbergh to our joy-ful club.

That's right Widows. The club what nobody wants to joy-n. The club what nobody raises one hand to volunteer for. The club what costs one husband -- YOURS -- to JOY-n.

Sorry, no refunds. No returns.

Anne and Charles married in 1929.

Charles died in 1974 at age 74.

Anne died in 2001. But not until after she penned, "Listen! The Wind" and 11 other books.

Anne was an author and poet.

And also, the first licensed woman glider pilot in the United States.

While married to Charles, Anne served as his co-pilot, navigator, and radio pilot and accompanied him on many of his explorations.

Sounds like a great lady to me!

Mourning JOY:

Q: Can giraffes have babies?

A: No, they only have giraffes!

Mourning Quote:

"Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death."
--Author Unknown
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Open that JOY-nal.
Write something.
Go ahead.
I dare you!
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
:)L

My Mourning Joy - January 14, 2007

Good Mourning Widows.

Joy to you and me!

My new ezine article, Not For Widows Only -- 6 Things You Need To Know After His Death is up at ezinearticles.com.

I hope you like it.

Just follow the link. http://ezinearticles.com/?Not-For-Widows-Only----6-Things-You-Need-To-Know-After-His-Death&id=416307

Oh yeah, I welcome your comments, your votes, your ratings!

YOU make my day every day and give me My Mourning Joy!

Mourning Quote:

"...And some time when I wasn't looking, I got a new life."
Linda Della Donna

Hugs,

:)L

More Mourning Joy - January 14, 2007

"If you can't change your fate, change your attitude."
--Amy Tan

Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!

It is a gray gloomy day 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be. Rain drizzles the window outside my office. And I dream of sunshine, January's long gone, and of course, Him.

This photo is from another time, another place, another life. And was taken one January evening, around this time, the year 2003.

After a long hard day's work of selling rag dolls and teddy bears, Ed Sclier and I hustled out our hotel in Kowloon, into the busy streets of Hong Kong for a bite to eat.

Hong Kong is an island the size of Staten Island where 6 million people live. And this is Nathan road.

Timewise, Hong Kong is 13 hours ahead of New York (EST).

I remember eating dinner when it felt like I should be eating breakfast. I never knew what to order. Or what I wanted more -- A ham sandwich or a cheese omelette.

It didn't matter. I had Ed Sclier at my side. And noodle soup, dim sum, and pork rolls became our any-time favorite.

I wish it were then. I wish it were now. I wish it with all my heart.

Pnina is in a play today.

In a little while, I'm off to a matinee of Fiddler on the Roof.

That's My Mourning Joy Widows. What's yours?

Think of me. Because I think of you.

And always remember, we're not alone.

And oh yeah, a toast. Here's to You. And here's to Edward Sclier *raising coffee mug* Wherever you are!

:)L

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Good Mourning Masako Ando (Mrs. Momofuku Ando)



"On this day we'd like to extend a 'thank you' to Mr. Ando. Money was tight during undergrad and it was nice to always have a nice pack of creamy chicken Ramen to fall on. So thank you, Mr. Ando, it's appreciated."
--Share Story K-Dubb
Good Mourning Widows.
Joy to you and me.
Today we welcome famous widow Masako Ando wife of famous inventor of instant noodles and Nissin Foods Momofuku Ando to our JOY-ful club.
That's right Widows. The club ain't nobody wants to joy-n. The club what costs one husband -- YOURS! -- to joy-n.
Sorry. All sales final. No returns. No refunds.
Momofuku Ando died January 7, 2007 at age 96.
"Faced with food shortages in Post World War II Japan, Ando developed the idea that a quality, convenient noodle product would help feed the masses."
Masako is left with her two sons and a daughter to stand by her.
Mourning Joy:
A man decided he needed a pet so he went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy an unusual pet. He finally bought a talking centipede, which came in a little box. He took the box home, and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to temple. So he asked the centipede "Would you like to go to temple with me today?" There was no answer from his new pet. He waited a few minutes and then asked again, "How about going to temple with me." Again there was no answer. He waited a few mintues more and he decided to ask him one more time; putting his face up against the centipede's house he shouted, "Hey, in there! Would you like to go to temple with me and learn about G_d!?" A little voice came out of the box, "I heard you the first time! I'm putting on my shoes."
--BE Reporter/December 2006
Mourning Quote:
"He travels quickly he who travels alone."
--Rudyard Kipling
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Write something.
Write anything.
Just write.
Go ahead.
I dare you!
Note to Masako: Please know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.
To all Widows: Have a joy-ful day.
And remember, we're not alone.
:)L