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I will miss you very much!
|3/14: My heart is very full. I got the news of Bert's death
at about 11 this morning- and came home for the rest
of the day where I can be alone and think and grieve.
Even though I was prepared for the news- I wasn't! I was surprised at the depth of my sadness and sense of loss. I had said my goodbye in December being fairly sure I would not see him again as I was doing this play. But saying goodbye and really saying goodbye are two different things. I so wish I could have been with Tom, Ann, Peter and Joan and Pat as they helped Bert let go. In my heart I know he knew you all were there and was grateful. I love you all so much!
|When I was a freshman in high school, I wrote an essay about Bert, entitled "My Ideal". Daughter Adair found it in our attic ten or fifteen years ago and gave it to him for Christmas, to the howls of the whole family! Yes, I was younger then and certainly missing my full-time father after the divorce; but my admiration and love remains to this day. How I will miss him!||
Oh the thinnest man....
Oh, speak to me darling.....
We're back on the Pickerel again....
Let's break this portage in to 6ths.....
Follow through, damn it!
It's what up front that counts.....
I am so proud of all six.....
I hate this place.....but I know there is no alternative.
I pray he has found peace at last!
|Hours and hours of cold rainy miles
Rushing to your side for a last goodbye;
Passing fields and rolling hills gently tinged with green
And stark winter trees glowing softly red with new buds about to burst open.
The sadness in my heart at your passing
Is balanced by the familiar joy of the vernal rebirth
And the knowledge that you are finally at peace.
One of the Burns Sisters wrote the following in a song to her father. I cannot say it any better than she did.
You can walk away now
Be at peace Dad
|Monday morning, with tears running down his face: "Dad
wants you to know that he loves us all and is proud of us all. Don't worry
Dad. We'll be OK. We will take care of each other."
|As I walked out into the brilliant
afternoon I rememberedů
You waited for the sun
You waited for the warm sunshine
You waited for the sun
J. Fox-Bow 4/6/00
|Aunt Trudy told Joan a wonderful story about why Dad was so special to her. When Trudy met Bud, her future husband, they were in California and her mother was living with her. When they decided to get married, Ethel told her she could not walk her down the aisle at the wedding as she was just her mother. Trudy called Bert in the east and he came right out to California, having never met Bud, and walked her down the aisle. Trudy said, he was just like that - he would do anything for you.|
Edited July 19, 2007