Autumn

We did it mi amor !!
2 years ago, we convinced some of our closest friends to make the trek to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for La Boda Loca -our crazy wedding party!
My dear friend .uncovered.therapist officiated and read from my favorite poem ‘The Invitation’ by
My dear friend walked me down the aisle and read letters from my dad and step-mother and my girls and stood by my side.
The Invitation:
‘It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.’
Almost 40 friends from coast to coast, from Miami to San Francisco, made the trek to Mexico to the gorgeous art gallery for an action packed, wild ceremony including a 10 piece mariachi band.
Everyone braved through a Covid outbreak and managed to have a blast together! (And some fun, new friendships were born.
Since then, we’ve all experienced ups and downs as well as some great, happy moments in between.
‘I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.’
I’m glad to have Mi Amor as well as my great loves to support me through the good and the bad-and always to the soundtrack of M4RQ !
Together, we can do anything!!

This little girl just wrote a eulogy for her dad.
Far sooner than I expected or wanted.
I always loved having a young father -he was days into his 19th birthday when I was born and we grew up together in many ways.
He allowed me to be me yet kept me supported and grounded on my wild adventures.
There was no one like him and today the skies in Pittsburgh are raining as if weeping at the loss.
I don’t know how I’ll get through this but everyone’s support has been astounding.
I hope my stories of my dad let you know a little more about the man who raised me and showed me what decency is.
He was also the funniest man I’ve ever known and those memories are getting us through this.
Thank you for supporting me and getting to know this amazing man we called Mr Bob.

Today, right as the sun was rising and a sheen of dew glittered in the green grass- I held space for my father as he took his last breath.
After 43 days in the hospital, 10 in the ICU and many heart-wrenching moments-my father’s soul left his body.
He was, by far, the best man I’ve ever known.
I don’t know how I’ll survive this but I’m honored I got to witness this transition.
My teacher always calls it ‘The inhalation of God’ and I’m imagining him at peace with his maker.
I’m trying to picture my father, pain-free and happy and cracking jokes and in a better place.
This is hard and my heart is breaking more than I can stand.

‘True friends are like bright sunflowers that never fade away even over distance and time’
Thank you my dear Cali (and Aussie!) friends for brightening up my world at this hard time!
I love you .el.mo for brightening my day!