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Dear God,
Please forgive me, I am new at this. Please, in your own wonderful way, let our two very favorite day-of the wedding coordinators see past our attempt to hire them for what one might construe as embarassingly less than the going rate, less than their customary asking price, frankly, less than what I am certain they are worth. Let them know that deep down inside, we are cheap. Moreover, let them understand that 2 weeks ago we were taking her home from the hospital. Last week, she broke her leg jumping off a trash can, learned how to ride a crazy horse and graduated from high school. 3 days ago she went away by herself to college and yesterday, she fell in love. Please let them know that we meant no harm or disrespect, we’re just a couple of crazy kids ourselves, trying to give their baby girl a good send off. Thank you, God, Amen.
Peggy's Cove, Halifax, Nova Scotia - September 17, 2009
The Slot Tournament - Sea Day - September 18, 2009
The view from Cadillac Mountain of our cruise ship off the coast of Bar Harbor, Maine – Tuesday, September 15, 2009
15 September 2009
Michael James Tyler Bill
9.02.09
2:10 a.m.
There is really nothing more to say.
the beginning of the next generation
Another view from the future site of our retirement home (Lord willing).
I was just checking the obits in the local paper as I have become prone to do of late. Whew, no one I knew was listed. First time in a few weeks. Very grateful for that. I did take note of two people who passed this past week who were born the same year I was. 1960. A pretty good year; makes it really easy to figure out how old you are since the math is a snap. Anyhoo, I ran across the following listing that I wanted to share with all my loyal fans. (See how I pretend people are actually reading this blog?) Enjoy.
THOMAS RUBICK
P.S. Im Dead by Thomas Rubick This to let you know I died of brain cancer on July 19. Really. I was diagnosed in June, 2008 and have been having an interesting relationship (not one of those heroic battles) with it since.
But finally the cancer won and I died. And because cancers are incredibly stupid, so did it. (Note to scientists: work on a smarter cancer with a broader understanding of the implications of its actions.) Since I wrote this before I died I dont know the details but Im sure my death was inspiring, noble, and loving. Or not. I really dont know. Nor does it matter once youre dead, I suspect.
Im sorry to have left those who loved me so well my whole life: my wife Jeanne Maasch of Eugene; my sister Paulette Johnson of Ventura, California; my mother Patricia Craighead of Oxnard, California, and my truly wonderful children (Jade Rubick, Cody Rubick and Emilie Lamson) and delightful grandchildren (Tony, Sasha, Vivi, and Tina)-all of whom live in Portland.
I love them beyond words and wish them the best. I also have a half-brother, Monte Rubick, in Lake Forest, California. I was also blessed with beautiful and loving friends. More, I realized through this process, than I truly realized.
In fact, there was much that I learned and I feel blessed. I have had a wonderful life. I wish you the same.
The family requests that people donate art supplies to their local elementary school in Thomas Rubick’s name and to contact us for a packet of information for the class.
P.S. In case its mandatory to include the facts: I was born to Patricia and Tony Rubick on March 16, 1948 in Long Beach, California. I received a BA from California State University in Long Beach and a MA from Kent State University. My first wife and the mother of my sons is Donna Sires in Portland. I married Jeanne Maasch in 1989. I lived in Eugene since 1977 and was co-founder of Rubick & Funk Graphic Design. I taught as an adjunct at the University of Oregon for five years and in the Art Department at Lane Community College for 21. Thats about it.
Is YOURS worth catching?
Saw the most interesting sunset last evening over Morro Bay. Must clean now – dirty dishes/clothes/ice chest/camper. Helping husband throw his necessities into a bag then he’s off for an overnight dove hunt. I, too, have pressing things to do here. Today and tomorrow. More on all that as time permits. Tomorrow, it is September.
One thing you never want to hear from your adult son:
“I think they make a cream for that.”
No, MY son didn’t say that, I’m just saying…..
Part of the eulogy delivered today by Ken Kipp in honor of his friend.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Source: derived from a sermon written by Henry Scott Holland and delivered in St. Paul’s (London) on 15 May 1910, at which time the body of King Edward VII was lying in state at Westminster. Although not originally derived from Irish writings, versions of this sermon have been used at many Irish and Catholic funerals over the years.
