Once again a Facebook exchange prompts a blog post. As before, about television.
The second season of True Detective completed its 8 episode run. Over the eight weeks there was endless complaining to be found in TV coverage, on blogs, just about everywhere, that Season 2 was not up to par. Now that the season has completed there are many more articles and posts damning just about everything about the show: the acting, the script, the direction, even the cinematography.
Jennifer got me to thinking. With a preface and then quoting the exchange in full, here's what occurred.
The Year-End Letter
Back about 25 years ago...
Some call it the Christmas Letter. Others call it the Year-End letter, or the Yearly Recap. Some call it the Personal or Family Annual Report. Others refer to it as ”that damn letter from the Smiths about their perfect f*#%cking family.” That’s usually followed with a glare or subtly implied grrr.
We all know what this is: the year on a page or two. The accomplishments and kudos, the travels report and update on who got a new job or promotion, who graduated, who had a baby, who won an award, who got married, and so forth. Some even include who happily got divorced.
November 22nd is a day of major note. All day this year, more so than in others, the significance and memories were on my mind. Perhaps it being 50 years since the JFK assassination, that being a milestone of note, is the reason. As the day wore on it became more top of mind and as evening came close to the clock turning to November 23rd, I posted on Facebook what follows below. As sometimes occurs,after posting to Facebook I realize that it really should be a blog post. Or be expanded and then a blog post.
Worldwide Pants is the corporate entity for David Letterman's The Late Show, Craig Fergusen's The Late Late Show and other projects and productions. Late Show Executive Producer and Worldwide Pants CEO Rob Burnett produced a film, We Made This Movie, and here I sit in the legendary Ed Sullivan Theatre at a bloggers and NY Tech Community Screening.
Eleven years ago it was September 11th. The September 11th permanently etched in our minds.
In New York it was a gorgeous morning, spectacular azure skies and early Fall temperatures. It seemed a beautiful day was ahead.
Eleven years ago the world as we know it changed. Changed forever. Changed in horrible ways. Thousands of lives lost. Hundreds of First Responders ill or since dead from breathing in the dust. Countless others wounded in NY, Washington and Pennsyvania.
This was posted on Facebook as a status update. But it just makes so much sense to post it on the blog. And who knows ... on Facebook it might cross over to the other world!
THINGS TO DO ON FACEBOOK WHEN YOU'RE DEAD.
My friend Stu just called. His friend Glenn, who died about 7 months ago, apparently is active on Facebook. Either this is a hack, or Glen has come back.
Stu never uses Facebook. Never. He only joined in order to look at Glenn's page when he received an email from Glenn alerting him to some pictures being shared there. And only there. And only then did Stu ever visit Facebook.
Those pictures, Stu felt, foreshadowed Glenn's demise, but that's a different story.
Stu hasn't been back on FB since Glenn's death. Not once, not at all. As in NEVER, since Glenn died.
Late in the afternoon last Friday, December 9, 2011, my mother passed away in her sleep. My father was by her side, and it was peaceful.
The funeral was held this past Tuesday at Riverside Memorial Chapel in NYC. Rabbi Joe Potasnik officiated. My mother was a longtime fan of Joe and of his show on WABC Radio, "Religion On The Line." Joe also officiated at the naming of both of my children; he and know I each other for over 30 years.
Joe spoke of the incredible supportive and loving relationship my parents enjoyed, a 66 year long marriage. He also spoke of how when my father discussed my mother, he would always characterize her as, "the best." The best wife, the best Guidance Counselor, the best Chairperson, the best Supervisor in the NY State School System.
We sat Shiva at my father's apartment through yesterday.
My mother was a woman of significant accomplishment. She was also the most educated ("degreed") member of our family. Before women in the work place was the norm, or the phrase "Working Moms" had come into the vernacular, my mother was in the work force. My cousin Deborah, speaking at the funeral, noted that yes, some women went to work, but my mother was a woman with a career, not something one heard of often back in the early 1960s.
My cousin Elaine was unable to attend, but she sent words of loving memory and appreciation. Rabbi Potasnik read them at the funeral:
I am truly at a loss at how to begin to express how sad I am to lose the loving relationship I have shared with my Aunt Bobbie for so many years.
My aunt was such a special person in my life, always there to make me feel wonderful about myself. At times when I would question myself after going through life’s traumas, as we all do, she would always make me feel like a million dollars.
I looked so forward to her visits to Florida every year and being able to spend some real time with her – I used to be amazed at how dazzling she would look all the time and I’m sure she has brought that with her even now in Heaven.
We had a very special bond with each other and the time spent with her here or on the phone are moments that I will never forget and will truly miss. When I met my husband, Barry eight years ago, she rearranged her bridge night plans so we could meet Aunt Bobbie and Uncle George at a restaurant and they so charmingly welcomed him to the family. He too is very fortunate to have known Aunt Bobbie. We are very sorry we are not there today.
We love you dearly, Aunt Bobbie, and hope you are at peace.
All our hugs & kisses, Elaine & Barry
I delivered the eulogy, a copy of which follows as an attachment to this post, below.
On September 14, 2004 I posted a very long blog entry, entitled, "Apples, Honey, Caution." It was only three years after September 11th, the wounds were still fresh, the impact of that day ever-present in the lives of many New Yorkers. Even on this day, as the anniversary approaches, the memory and the feelings are as though it was a very recent event.