I had to subscribe to support you in all the different ways support can be made. Former hardcore Night Caller and I was thinking back to a thread in the old Facebook group where myself and another member were commiserating about the deaths of our fathers and you replied "This is the kindest thread."
I hope this comment pays at least some of that kindness forward to you. I am so sorry to hear about your dad. May his memory be a blessing. I think he is finding great solace right now in knowing he was a big part in raising a wonderful human being, one whom endeavored to spread the wonders and mysteries and strange delights of life in podcasts and writings and other modes of expression. I remember the statement you had Molly read on your behalf to the LA City Council (I believe it was about the unhoused encampments, its been a while) and how crystal clear your deep and abiding care and kindness for strangers shone through.
Your dad is in the air, in the stars, and in your heart.... Always. I'm having a bit of difficulty coming up with an appropriate ending to this worth the magnitude of the occasion and the emotions stirring it its wake, so I will crib off your dad, if he wouldn't mind.
a student of mine got an award at graduation, i was startled but so happy for her. she was the only one on stage who clapped for every other student; i was not startled in the least, but so happy for her. and for months i had sleepless nights wondering how i might convince ICE that she wasn't her, to pretend that the beautiful perfect hopeful young girl they wanted to steal was actually far away, to see whether she could fit in the closets of our little room. i saw a student of mine today, on the last day of school... she was still okay
okay, a little more emotion. my dad is still alive, as far as i know, and once a week i try to get him into screens, with baseball and fantasy baseball and chatting about baseball. he likes baseball! maybe the time we most connected was playing softball together, maybe that was our books. certainly he doesn't remember when i had an elementary school science project to touch my parents' toothbrushes, to see how recently they had brushed, and he justifiably looked disgusted and told me to keep my filthy hands off, not in those tactile words
i got to thank a student of mine for all her hard work today, after she had yelled across the playground for me to sign her shirt. after i thanked her, she said "you're welcome". though our hearts ache, may we all be so good
I had to subscribe to support you in all the different ways support can be made. Former hardcore Night Caller and I was thinking back to a thread in the old Facebook group where myself and another member were commiserating about the deaths of our fathers and you replied "This is the kindest thread."
I hope this comment pays at least some of that kindness forward to you. I am so sorry to hear about your dad. May his memory be a blessing. I think he is finding great solace right now in knowing he was a big part in raising a wonderful human being, one whom endeavored to spread the wonders and mysteries and strange delights of life in podcasts and writings and other modes of expression. I remember the statement you had Molly read on your behalf to the LA City Council (I believe it was about the unhoused encampments, its been a while) and how crystal clear your deep and abiding care and kindness for strangers shone through.
Your dad is in the air, in the stars, and in your heart.... Always. I'm having a bit of difficulty coming up with an appropriate ending to this worth the magnitude of the occasion and the emotions stirring it its wake, so I will crib off your dad, if he wouldn't mind.
Be good.
Love, care, and hugs,
-Max
Through my tears❤️
a student of mine got an award at graduation, i was startled but so happy for her. she was the only one on stage who clapped for every other student; i was not startled in the least, but so happy for her. and for months i had sleepless nights wondering how i might convince ICE that she wasn't her, to pretend that the beautiful perfect hopeful young girl they wanted to steal was actually far away, to see whether she could fit in the closets of our little room. i saw a student of mine today, on the last day of school... she was still okay
okay, a little more emotion. my dad is still alive, as far as i know, and once a week i try to get him into screens, with baseball and fantasy baseball and chatting about baseball. he likes baseball! maybe the time we most connected was playing softball together, maybe that was our books. certainly he doesn't remember when i had an elementary school science project to touch my parents' toothbrushes, to see how recently they had brushed, and he justifiably looked disgusted and told me to keep my filthy hands off, not in those tactile words
i got to thank a student of mine for all her hard work today, after she had yelled across the playground for me to sign her shirt. after i thanked her, she said "you're welcome". though our hearts ache, may we all be so good