My Auntie Laura was laid to rest on Sunday.

I recall my last visit with her and the pain and suffering so evident on her face and in her voice. She appeared the picture of human misery. My mother cried to see her agony but ever optimistic she was still was hoping things might turn around.

I remember the call from Jenny telling us she had died that Saturday evening around 6 pm. I couldn't bear to tell my mother so I let my cousin speak to her then tried to console her as best I could as I watched the grief overtake her.

We attended the visitation on Friday evening at 3 pm and the turnout was far more than I expected. Actually, I didn't know what to expect.

I grieved too for my Uncle who was as always — stoic — visiting with attendees there and going it alone after all these years.

It all was reminiscent of the sad poem Lament by Edna St Vincent Millay I studied in literature in Mrs Robinson's class at Horace O'Bryant Junior High as a child.

Her funeral service was held at the church she attended for as along as I can remember. She was returned to the earth shortly thereafter at a cemetery close to her home in that locale she frequented during her life time with military honors.

While it is so very sad to note that all she was is lost to us left here upon the earth at least we know she no longer suffers so profoundly from the inadequate care she received from a nurse practitioner in whom she instilled her trust.

A seamstress, master gardener who could grow anything, gourmet cook, baker extraordinare, talented artist, keeper of records and details, and handler of infinite minutia that always made a difference — she will be missed by me and all the others who love her and now have only our memories to sustain us.

It is a difficult matter to lose someone who has always been there for you over the ensuing years — someone who gave of themself and their many talents unconditionally. Someone who loved you and for whom you returned that love.

It's a very sad time in our family. Rest in peace Auntie Laura.
 

One of my favorite entertainers over the years was Louie Anderson.

He was born Louis Perry Anderson on March 24, 1953.

I could relate to his weight problem, his observations from a fat man's perspective, and somewhat cynical deadpan schtick, and his over all self-effacing nice guy persona.

His was a repertoire very unique characters on the large and small screens and there was so much to like in his interactions with his public that I always had time to listen to what he had to say.

Some of his material was very subtle and even that lent it self to hilarious impact in both those roles he portrayed and his stand-up performances.

He passed January 21, 2022 at age 68 in Las Vegas from large B-cell lymphoma which is a non-Hodgkins form of the disease.

It was only recently announced that he was ill.

He was one to tour regularly with his stand-up act and his presence and wit as a stand-up comedian will be missed.

Rest in peace.
 

Michael Lee Aday was born Marvin Lee Aday September 27, 1947 and was one of my earliest declarations of fandom.

Meat Loaf, as he was known sold the Bat out of Hell franchise of albums among others and I was always up to a few sets of his theatrical rock extravaganza over the years.

His career was not so steady as his popularity with me personally. He did the European circuit and gained popularity with the brits as well.

He appeared in film, television, and stage sometimes as cameo sometimes as main character sometimes as a musical attraction therein.

My interest in him was his strong vocal presence and there were riffs of his I carried with me for a great while in my life.

Meat Loaf passed this earthly existence on January 20, 2022 at the age of 74 in the presence of his wife, Deborah, daughters Pearl and Amanda, and close friends.

Rest in peace.


See also:

Remembering Meat Loaf
 

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Matthew
2:13	And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.
2:14	When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt:
2:15	And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.
2:16	Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men. Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying,
2:18	In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.
2:19	But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt,
2:20	Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and go into the land of Israel: for they are dead which sought the young child's life.
2:21	And he arose, and took the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel.
2:22	But when he heard that Archelaus did reign in Judaea in the room of his father Herod, he was afraid to go thither: notwithstanding, being warned of God in a dream, he turned aside into the parts of Galilee:
2:23	And he came and dwelt in a city called Nazareth: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophets, He shall be called a Nazarene.
Holy Bible, King James Version