The Eulogy as Love Letter | Post
When we think of the kindest things we can do for a parent whose time on earth is coming to an end, I wonder how many of people think of a love letter that will serve as the eulogy. It … Continue reading
I was raised in the clear air of the Hollywood Hills in the days when pregnancy
tests involved the death of rabbits, before “smog” was a word, when street
parking was plentiful and empty weed-filled lots dotted Wilshire Boulevard. I
tell you this only to say I am no newcomer to Planet Earth. I don’t like to
brag, but I do think experience is worth something.
My time in San Francisco started 52 years ago with U.C. Berkeley, graduation,
marriage and work as a juvenile probation officer for Alameda County. Life
morphed from one stage to the next; two daughters (I wanted ten just like them
but was advised not to be greedy), a stint as a fund-raiser for non-profits,
single motherhood (hardly my goal, but I discovered that taking responsibility
is uplifting and changes daily routine into endless adventure and infinite-loop
joy) and then twenty-five years ago a lovely remarriage. I have always been
hooked on the miracle of both spoken and written communication and a sucker for
clarity. And, I lean toward the bright side of any story. So my course finally
became clear. Writing that reflects a life in its truest light; the good, the
bad, the funny, the sad and always the hopeful. I have for the past 24 years
written personal and family histories most often in verse form (harder to write
but easier to digest) to put the thoughts and feelings of others onto paper, written speeches, obituaries, eulogies, roasts, entertainment pieces, and guidance in writing emotionally difficult letters.
But all work and no play makes Janet a dull cookie, so there is dancing
(clogging – American percussive), playing the violin (badly but con brio),
cooking, entertaining, reading, friends, family and my two heaven-sent daughters
who have by example taught me most of what I know about life. I hope I have
taught them half as much. For the past many years, I have hosted a radio talk
show called Love Letters Live and have written a column for the Examiner.com by
the same title.
The joy of letting others shine is incomparable. I am very grateful that I have
been able to translate this into a life’s work.
When we think of the kindest things we can do for a parent whose time on earth is coming to an end, I wonder how many of people think of a love letter that will serve as the eulogy. It … Continue reading →
I got a wonderful lesson in the value of writing love letters to the dying on my last visit to M, my friend of forty years plus, who had, at that time, only a few days to live despite every … Continue reading →
Carol and I slipped thoroughly and whole-heartedly into each other’s lives when we were 12 and she transferred to into my Junior High School. She was funny, emotionally brave, self-governing, welcoming, gorgeous, incapable of self-absorption and enthusiastic about life. She … Continue reading →
When I got the call that my husband had died, the only sound I could hear was a piercing wail making its way with disturbing efficiency throughout the house. That shriek was an immovable savage that sucked the air out … Continue reading →