Last night I held your ashes on my chest heavy, dense, solid as you physically were in life. An almost embrace. It was one sided but the sensation of your energy was holding me.
Today I feel lighter. I released your remains to the earth. To the edge of your hometown, New York City you now rest. In the cradle of your passions you flow— by the sea by the ships. The South Street Seaport was a second home. A place we have strong memories of happiness. A place you proudly displayed your artwork. It fits.
I was so disappointed to see the condition of the piers still mostly shuttered and battered by Hurricane Sandy. Its fragility apparent, like our very own. Some storms we weather some we don’t and I know you were done living Dad.
I acted alone today consciously. Many years we spent just you and I and it was also fitting to have this closure together on the 1st anniversary of your death.
I meditate for us both on peace and presence to the beauty and simplicity of life. I do lots of things differently than you and still remember our contentions but I also surprise myself with awareness of our likeness and carry much of your wisdom I wasn’t wise enough to admit was good advice. You were a decent man and a creative vessel. Ever curious, funny and fair-handed.
Thanks for putting up with me and I know you did the best you knew how. NY Salutes you, I salute you and see you next lifetime Jerry Z.