Tuesday, October 1, 2013

MY COUSIN, LEE





                                                                                                  

 My beloved cousin, Lee, died on Thursday, a day after his 87th birthday.
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He was a remarkable man, an amazing human being, a beautiful soul.

He was wise, warm, loving, compassionate, caring,  creative, brilliant, sensitive, funny..... with a heart so big he must have had an invisible sidecar because it could not possibly have fit into that lanky body.......and I am already missing him like crazy.

He was my only real first cousin, the son of my dad's wonderful sister, Esther whom I called Aunt Es and he called Nonnie.  My other precious cousins are really my first cousins once removed since they were my mom's first cousins and, since she was an only child there were no first cousins for me on that side of the family.

He was also my last relation who was a contemporary of mine.  Now there is no one left to reminisce with about childhood in the 1930's, about the great old songs, the Big Bands,  the real Movie Stars, about Grandma Lena, Grandpa Izzy and Uncle Willie who was so stingy he used to tell my father to not waste butter like that.....just put a little bit in the middle of the piece of bread and eat all around the slice so you get a taste of the butter with each bite.

I will no longer get to laugh at his jokes, even the ones he has told me a hundred times before.   No more salivating over the vivid memory of Grandma Lena's Sweet and Sour Cabbage Rolls, no more doubling up with laughter over the time my dad tried to unstick the glass stopper in Esther's 4 ounce bottle of Shalimar perfume. (he called Carnegie Tech Science Dept. and got their best advice about tying a string around the neck of the bottle, setting it on fire and being able to lift the top neatly off.  Yeah, sure.  What really happened was the bottle disintegrated dousing my dad's trousers in 4 ounces of Shalimar which was really a good thing because the  burning string fell on them and who knows what mighthave happened....and, I have hated that perfume ever since because, of course,he insisted on hanging those pants in the closet at home and we never were able to escape that scent no matter what.)
tNo more sighing over how we used to assemble his set of Original Lionel Trains and tracks all over the gold silk living room carpet when we went to visit.  No more remembering the times we climbed the funny stairway to the attic that happened to have been built into the closet in the guest room.  No more of a myriad of things that stretch back over 86 years because we were nearly the same age......he had about 8 months on me and had manged to last one day past his 87th bithday.

Shitpissfuck! 

Bless you, Lee......I'll never forget you for whatever that is worth.  Don't worry about me.....I'll be OK and I hope to  hell you are having fun wherever you may be.

Love, Lo





14 comments:

  1. Oh, Lo. This can't be easy. My heart goes out to you. What a beautiful post, even in its sadness.
    Love to you.

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  2. So sorry to hear about your loss. That's the sad part about living a long life. Too many goodbyes....
    My husband and I do enjoy your blog. If we could just be as young as you are!!!!

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  3. I'm sorry he left you. They're all hard losses and then there are the really hard ones. Be well.

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  4. Lo ~ I am so very sorry about the loss of your beloved Lee.
    Please consider yourself VERY hugged, and supported with as many good vibes, and sweet memories as you can stand ~
    Holding your hand in spirit ~
    bobbie

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  5. Lo, after reading your memories of Lee, I miss him too! He sounds like such a wonderful person. I also find so many friends and family going before me, and it's a lonely feeling. Love lasts forever tho, and keeps our dear ones close in our hearts. But sure miss hugging them! SPF!
    lots of love from Barbara and Daisy

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  6. So very sorry for your loss.
    May the memory of your cousin Lee always be a blessing.
    x

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  7. So sorry for your loss Lo. What is the meaning of this life? I do try to work it out but it's hard.
    You have wonderful memories and thankyou for sharing them, lots of love to you
    Briony
    xxx

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  8. I too, am sorry to hear of your loss. It seems like a loss for all of us. You make be ponder what my 102 year old grandfather experienced - I recall at his funeral, only my dad's contemporaries were "left" to celebrate grandfather's life. Fortunately, you Lo, have lots of friends surrounding you in blog land - and even if we can't recall the antics of certain family folks or the big band era, we have family folks that were stingy (I was told it was a Great Depression survival tool) and smile inwardly at such tales like your Uncle Willie's.

    If you ever feel the need - reach out to us - we are here for you - and only distance keeps us from dropping in to "check up on you."

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  9. I'm so sorry to read of your loss Lo. Thinking of you over here. x

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  10. Oh, Lo. Such a loss.

    You are so far beyond me, Lo: in years, in wisdom, in experience. You have no idea how your writing affects me, or how much love I have for you.

    A big hug from the woman in Minneapolis -- the woman right behind you,

    Pearl

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  11. Lo, I am sorry you have lost your cousin. But I am delighted to read the stories you have recalled here, and I hope you will continue to revel in those stories. And if you choose to write about some of them in more detail, be assured that lots of us will laugh along with you. All the best.

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  12. I am so sorry that you have lost your cousin. I am sad for you but love how you have written down the stories. Treasure the memories.

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  13. G'day Lo. From across the oceans, my thought are with you. You have such wonderful memories of a man who was obviously a great inspiration to you. Take care. Liz....

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