Right now…look up. Look outside your window…is the sky blue and full of fluffy, newly minted clouds, or perhaps clear blue raindrops are falling from grey clouds that look like they’re drawn in heavy magic marker? Either way, you’re on the planet and you’re breathing. That in itself is cause for joy…and peace…and resolve. It’s been a week wherein more than the normal share of souls have departed their earth suits, leaving family and friends to mourn the loss while celebrating the miraculous luck of having that entity in our lives.
August was always the month of the most birthdays. Just like all of 2020 so far, it proved itself to be the opposite.
MICHELLE MARSHALL worked at WCNC in Charlotte; part of the production crew. She never, ever, was anything but sweet, happy….wearing a smile because that reflected her good heart. She left us this week, muscled off the planet by a brain tumor.
LAURIE LAMASTER’s mother passed away this week. Laurie is CSD at Omaha’s KMTV…and her mother raised a very creative, kind person. Laurie is a painter, btw, whose work never fails to impress.
Former WSOC creative SALLY GANZ’s lively mother missed her 97th birthday by a few days. For the past several years, Sally has spent priceless time with her. What a gift for them both.
The more discovered about the actor CHADWICK BOSEMAN – his work with sick children…seeing the tributes little boys made with their action figures – the more his loss is felt.
Another creative soul left this week, JEFFREY PRICE. BRAD CRUM is writing about him now. Watch for more details and memories about Jeff from Brad to be posted in the next few days.
We made it through fires, Marco, Laura, galloping insanity on all sides…all this last week. But we did. We’re here. Yes, it is colder and lonelier. Let’s make sure we take better care of each other. Let’s aim to make the sum and substance of our time here to be Well Dunne.
Think About This: “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 the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” ~ Washington Irving