The first few weeks after Maggie passed away were absolutely crazy. There was the service to plan and attend, visitors by the dozens, cards arriving every day, phone calls etc. I've written many thank you notes and have many more to go. Please know I appreciate whatever you did for us, and eventually I will formally acknowledge that. I find the energy for those only sporadically. The hubbub has tapered off at this point.
Now, it's quiet. Very quiet.
We still receive cards in the mail, and I have to say I treasure every single one. They are all sitting in a basket in my dining room that is overflowing with cards and love.
As I drove up the other day I noticed a manila envelope on the front porch. I opened it to find a bound copy of the screenplay to the movie "Jack" autographed by Robin Williams, who starred in the movie back in 1996. The screenplay was a gift from my friend Joanne. Though it was very cool, I was initially puzzled by it. "Jack" is the story of a boy with a rare condition that causes his body to age four times faster than it should. He is physically an old man by the time he graduates from high school. Her card indicted that she had marked a couple of passages in the book that made her think of Maggie. When I read them I had to agree and I want to share those with you now. The passages are lovely, but so much cooler in the screenplay format that I am including that as well.
Woodruff (Jack's teacher)
... Did you ever see shooting star Jack? Oh, it's wonderful. It passes quickly, but when it's here it lights up the whole sky. Most beautiful thing you'd ever see... It's such a beautiful sight that the other stars actually stop and watch it. So spectacular that people wish upon shooting stars. And they're very rare, quite rare. You almost never see them. But I did. I saw one...
His eyes hold on Jack. Jack's eyes gaze off.
I just want to be a regular star.
Jack, you're not regular at all, you're spectacular
Then later in the play Jack, who is physically a 72 yer old man, is giving the valedictory address at his high school graduation.
As these final days wear down, we think of times forgotten and we pray for new beginnings. And some of us worry about our future. What am I going to do? Where am I going to be in 10 years? But I say, let us not worry...
Woodruff stands, proud of his student
...Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky, when the stars are strung across the velvety night, when a shooting star streaks across the blackness turning night into day, make a wish and think of me. Make your lives spectacular.
I know I did.
Thank you Joanne. This meant more to me than you can know.