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The Philosophy of Juice
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The story of the Piņata Group
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6 January 2021
I was going through some files today and found my collection of
"Piņata Papers," the newsletter I sent out to everybody in the
piņata group for several years.
This is something Paul wrote the month after David died. It's so
beautiful I decided to reprint it here. I have had so many letters from
pen pals who have family problems, people who aren't speaking to other people in
their families, etc. This made me feel so good about our family.
Many people know that the one
thing David loved more than anything else in the world was his family.
To prove this to you, I thought I would tell a story. A true story.
It was July 5, 1994. Me and David and Jeri were all living in Davis at
the time. Tom was living in San Luis Obispo. Tom's birthday is
on July 5th. We have a loosely followed tradition in our family.
We like to give the birthday boy (or girl) breakfast in bed. It's kind
of a hard thing to do when your brother lives over 500 miles away, but some
time n the week before his birthday, the three of us decided it would be a
good idea to drive all night to San Luis Obispo for the sole purpose of
giving Tom his breakfast in bed...it would be a surprise. And some
time in the week before we also decided it would be a good idea to bring our
dog, Toby. So midnight on July 5th, me, Jeri, David and Toby all piled
into my parents' car and drove all throughout the night.
We got to SLO at about 45:30 in
the morning, stopped at McDonald's, waited for them to open, then ordered an
Egg McMuffin, juice and hash browns. We snuck into Tom's bedroom about
6:15 a.m. and sang the happiest of Happy Birthdays I have ever heard.
Tom was beyond himself with joy and hysterics (especially when he saw Toby).
. David was gleaming. David talked about that trip until the day he
died. He found it beautiful because it was so natural and so necessary. Once
the idea was suggested we could not turn back. Once the idea was
suggested there was not an ounce of hesitation on anybody's part. Once
the idea was suggested it was implemented. "Should we really drive to
Sa Luis Obispo to give Tom breakfast n bed?" we thought "Of course we
should! Why wouldn't we? Tom is family." And David
loved his family.
Tom, David, Paul
newsletter also had a long article by Jeri telling about how they got ready for
the memorial service. All of the kids in the Piņata Group participated.
"I don't want to brag but you should have seen the way it came together.
It was awesome. I had Colleen and Eric as my lighting assistants. If
anyone's confused about what I do for a living, you can ask them; they're
experts now. And Jenny's a pro at hanging scenery. We had a packed
house. Dave wouldn't have believed it. I can't describe the show;
you had to be there. Just a lot of people talking for an hour or so.
But I hung on every word, never wanting it to end, as if, as long as the show
went on, Could feel like Dave was still there.
"A toast to Ned, who sat through that slide show over and over
again until it was just right. Thank you, Colleen for helping me prepare a
speech. I would have been a wreck without it. Thanks everyone for
the food, and all your help setting up and cleaning up....Thank you all for
coming. It was fabulous. I only wish we could have had the guest of
honor there to see it."
I was not publishing the newsletter 3
years later when Paul died.