Ed Rodakowski, Self portrait
Thank you for all of the heartfelt expressions of compassion for me and my family on the passing of my step-dad Ed Rodakowski. My faith in human beings is inconstant at best, but to quote another of my favorite troubadour/poets, Bruce Cockburn; "sometimes they manage to shine". And your lights shone particularly brightly for all of us, when we needed it most. I am honored, and humbled by your grace. For me now, this brief, emotionally intense detour from my everyday everyday, down into Hades' realm, has run it's course. Not that I'm "done" with Ed. Hardly; his life -and death- are now woven more deeply than ever into the tapestry of my own life story. But the immediate challenge of his final passage (and the ceremonies that ensue) have passed. I think we all did OK, as these things go.
And now, I'm back to my little Shangri-La in time for another pacific sunset tonight, back in Oceanside, reunited with my faithful Sancho, Hunter S. and Panza, The SabBatmobile, who loyally sat vigil for me as I sat vigil for Ed. Now, a little laundry, some work, beach sunset taiji, a glass of wine... and for tonight, that's probably 'nuff said.
And now, I'm back to my little Shangri-La in time for another pacific sunset tonight, back in Oceanside, reunited with my faithful Sancho, Hunter S. and Panza, The SabBatmobile, who loyally sat vigil for me as I sat vigil for Ed. Now, a little laundry, some work, beach sunset taiji, a glass of wine... and for tonight, that's probably 'nuff said.
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