He was the kindest, funniest, most modest, and all around talented, generous guy. Maybe a genius, certainly a guru of sorts. He's been talking to me from the bardo. Next week I'm putting his and my mother's ashes in the ground. I hope our conversation does not dim.
Oh, Reb……what a beautiful memory…..I had to re-read it and looked at the photo of this masterpiece for a long time…it’s beautiful…..A gift for your memory…….so special…….xoxo
They will be joining Doria in a natural burial ground. Everyone and everything there is bio-degradable. I did not want to scatter their ashes (or hers) to the wind. I want to be able to occasionally stop by and say Hi.
Yes, Bonnie. You understand. Thank you for this beautiful poem. I am burying his and my mother's ashes next week and I fully believe he, in the bardo, urged me to write this now, before he goes underground.
I became familiar with the term through George Saunder’s book, Lincoln in the Bardo. in which Abe visit with his favorite son Willy in the graveyard. It is also a Buddhist term.
This 100w came to me out-of-blue, like a paper airplane smacking the side of the head. I believe this is so because Vic is hanging around in the bardo, along with my mother, waiting for their ashes to finally go somewhere--which they will soon. Vic was one-of-a-kind amazing. I miss him everyday. Coffee, sometime soon? www.victorkalin.com
This is beautiful.
He was beautiful.
Did you ever meet him? You would have liked each other,
He lived here not quite a year before he died in Nov. 1991.
Beautiful memory
What a guy.
Love his artwork. What an amazing person.
Yup.
Beautiful story and art. Thanks for sharing.
I love this story of collaboration - the way he invited everyone in to help him complete his work - the forest. Thank you.
He was the kindest, funniest, most modest, and all around talented, generous guy. Maybe a genius, certainly a guru of sorts. He's been talking to me from the bardo. Next week I'm putting his and my mother's ashes in the ground. I hope our conversation does not dim.
It took my ten years to deal with Brads Ashe’s until I knew where they truly belonged. Life after death is about those of us who remain
I get it.
His ashes are from 1991; my mother's from 2004. They've been waiting in the bardo ever since. Now I have a natural burial plot in the Tilson woods.
Oh Rebecca! I hope this graces your home!
It does. He was amazing. One-of-a-kind.
Oh, Reb……what a beautiful memory…..I had to re-read it and looked at the photo of this masterpiece for a long time…it’s beautiful…..A gift for your memory…….so special…….xoxo
Yep. He was amazing. Generous and gracious right to the end. Thanks for your loving words, ZR. I will be burying both my parents this coming weekend.
I , as well, am in the process of taking care of my parents’ ashes……I will be thinking of you, Reb.
They will be joining Doria in a natural burial ground. Everyone and everything there is bio-degradable. I did not want to scatter their ashes (or hers) to the wind. I want to be able to occasionally stop by and say Hi.
Wow!💕💕💕
Yes.
So touching!
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Thank you, Laura.
He was a gem.
I also love the forest painting, even more because it was a collaborative effort and labor of love.
What a great story, Bex! I still remember how charming and kind I found your dad the one time I met him.
He was all that and more.
What a beautiful portrait and memorial you have created through your words and your father's paintings, Becky...
It reminds me of a paragraph in Stephen Spender's poem " The Truly Great:" :
"What is precious, is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit. "
I love that you drew his forest and it's peopled with his friends' brushing and touching ....
Yes, Bonnie. You understand. Thank you for this beautiful poem. I am burying his and my mother's ashes next week and I fully believe he, in the bardo, urged me to write this now, before he goes underground.
I am glad to find out about the bardo ... where does it come from ? Tibetan Buddhism ?
It must have a rich tradition and sounds more accessible than Purgatory ...!
I became familiar with the term through George Saunder’s book, Lincoln in the Bardo. in which Abe visit with his favorite son Willy in the graveyard. It is also a Buddhist term.
Beautiful...a great way to contribute to a living legacy!
So beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
So beautiful. So many different ways. Love this, Rebecca.
Thank you, Nan.
This 100w came to me out-of-blue, like a paper airplane smacking the side of the head. I believe this is so because Vic is hanging around in the bardo, along with my mother, waiting for their ashes to finally go somewhere--which they will soon. Vic was one-of-a-kind amazing. I miss him everyday. Coffee, sometime soon? www.victorkalin.com