Today in My History

2000:  The Americanization of Emily
Up Close and Personal
Who Was that Masked Man?
4 Stars

Sir Arthur and His Court
17 Miles and Then Some More
Tea Totalling
2008: Play It Again, Sam
  Feelin' Good
2010:  Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away
Sometimes I'm a Quitter

The Good Times

Bitter Hack
Updated: 10/20
"Steel Magnolias"

Books Read in 2015
 Updated: 10/24
"Darkest Fears"

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The New Brasilian in my life
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The Philosophy of Juice & Crackers

The story of Delicate Pooh

The story of the Pinata Group

Who IS this Gilbert person anyway?

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25 October 2015

"Did you say goodbye to Arthur?" Jim asked, adding "because you know it is goodbye, don't you."

It was Arthur's 95th birthday and it was obvious that he probably would not make it to his 96th.

We weren't able to make his birthday party last year and so it had been 2-3 years since we last saw him.  I was shocked at how he had declined.  He spent much of the day with his head on his chest, seemingly having difficulty holding it up.  However, when he saw the little kids, he beamed.

Though Arthur is Irish, his partner is Italian and this was huge Italian family event, with 4 generations.  This woman (Jim's Sister) proudly told someone she was responsible for most of the people in the room.  Jim quoted us the lyric to some song, which I can't remember now but it was about taking a stranger into the family and how they grow to love him for his gentleness and his lovability.  The family certainly went all out to make Arthur's day a beautiful one.

 Everyone in the family, from oldest to youngest helped to decorate the tables, arrange flowers, wrap sets of silverware, prepare and serve food and even provide entertainment.

This guy (also the bartender) was standing on a ball, juggling knives in front of a 95 year old man and a baby and then thought better of it!

These girls sang for the group.

After a wonderful dinner (which included endless pizza from Jim's mother's recipe and several specialties made by Aunt so-and-so, and the chicken which cousin so-and-so was still cooking at the barbeque out back), there was a cake decorated into blocks, each of which represented a piece of Arthur's life.

While the candles burned, Jim explained what each square represented -- his growing up in Boston, his time in the Jesuit seminary (he had to leave when his father died and he needed to care for is mother), his time as a translator in the Army, his years in the theater (he was part of the Lamplighters for some 40 years and we have known him for most of that time), the years of world travel that he did, his nightly Manhattan, and a shamrock to salute his Irish Heritage.  While Jim was talking, the candles  burned out...

(Which was probably good, because I don't think Arthur could have blown them out).  He had help cutting the cake.

This was such an incredible love-filled celebration, and it was sad that it was tinged with fear for Arthur's health.  Jim has been his partner for many years and is also a physician, and he says it won't be long.  Should that be true, he could not possibly have had a more loving final party.



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