Yesterday the music world was shattered to learn of the passing of Neil Peart, the drummer and lyricist of the Canadian progressing rock band Rush. He was just 67 years old.
The band had just recently retired from touring after completing their 40th anniversary tour in 2015. It was a great show. And Rush never disappointed their audience. I should know, I have been to many of their shows over the years as the band has been in my top 3 favorite bands for decades.
Neil was a very private person. What few interviews he did he expressed that he left the meet and greets to his bandmates Alex and Geddy. It just wasn’t in his nature to share things with strangers. And thus we learn of his passing a few days after the fact.
His life had some tragedies, the lost of his only child and his first wife was shattering to him. It took a massive journey across three continents for Neil to heal from this loss.
As a drummer, Neil is the paragon. The top apex. Many have called him a drumming god. And if you ever had seen Rush perform and the drum solo of Neil behind his kit in that element you would agree.
He also wrote the lyrics to most of Rush’s greatest hits and most of their other songs as well. Not only could he write such profoundly deep songs. He also has authored several books and short stories. One of them is called “Ghost Rider” which chronicles his healing journey after the death of his daughter and first wife. All worth reading.
Neil passed away after a three year private battle against brain cancer. Heartbreaking to learn that his mind was attacked by that dreaded disease.
It is the wish of his bandmates, Alex and Geddy, that those wishing to express their condolences can choose a cancer research group or charity of their choice and make a donation in Neil’s name.
Rest in Peace Neil Peart. You are loved and missed.
This week we lost former President George H. W. Bush. A one-term president & former vice-president riding on the coattails of President Reagan.
The 41st President was a navy fighter pilot in World War II and had a long history of public service. From the US House to beging a diplomat and Ambassador. He also headed the CIA before becoming the Vice President.
He was a family man and raised his children in a loving home. He was a devoted husband. And passed on his since of duty to his children. His oldest son eventually becoming the 43rd President of the United States.
George H. W. Bush is buried at his Presidental Library in Texas along side he wife and oldest daughter who both passed away before he did. A lot has been said about President Bush, both positive and negative.
Decide for yourself. But our thoughts and prayers are with the Bush family as they moarn their loss.
My sweet 12 year old baby girl Bengal kitten Andi crossed over the
Rainbow Bridge today. She gets to rejoin with one of her litter mates
and joins the Pride of Astral cats that have long been part of my
She is survived here by her sister and litter mate Kagi who will miss her
a lot in the coming weeks. The liked to pick on each other as most
siblings do. Andi’s human mommy and daddy miss her terribly along
with the rest of her human family. She will always be in our hearts.
Ands’ was a very lovable and talkative Bengal. She always had to get
in the last word in any conversation. And she would talk to you even
if you didn’t want to talk. She always had to be in every conversation.
She always loved to lounge across the back of her dad’s chair or
snuggle right up against him at night, taking up a good “cat sized”
portion of the bed. Unlike her sissy, Andi loved to have her furry
belly rubbed and would flop over just to have that done.
Andi was a brave kitten, fighting seizures the last few months of her
life. She only grumbled a couple of times about taking her medicine.
She lived her life fully. 12 years as a playful kitten. Dearly loved and
she will be dearly missed.
A year ago I lost my dad. And when I heard the news that he has passed I was devastated. He died on the morning of my 50th birthday.
My plans instantly changed and I made several trips to Fort Dodge and back. Working out the details of his obituary and planning a wake with the rest of my family in the area.
We had a great time at the wake. A lot of friends and family turned out for it. Stories circled around the room about many things dad had done in his 80+ years of life on this globe.
Dad would have loved the venue for his wake. The entire place was decorated with taxidermy mounts of all shapes and kinds. Taxidermy was one of the careers and hobbies dad had over the years of his life.
Dad was loved by many, and it showed. Siblings, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, friends, and others. He had touched their heart with his own.
He had his quirks, but then who doesn’t. Some came from his generation of course. He grew up in a very different time and place from today. But overall he was a good man. He loved his wife Kathy as if they were two teenagers. He had a great sense of humor. He knew how to show love and forgiveness.
Now we are at the one year anniversary since dad passed. We have the heart-felt loss tugging at us from time to time. We have the memories of our times together. We have the shared memories from friends and family.
He is missed. But he is also just around the corner from us. Just a moment of time is all that separates us from him. Talk to him like you always did, use your familiar name for him.
Today marks the 5th anniversary of Dawson’s passing from this earth. I still think of my son often. There are many times that something comes up and I think “Dawson would like that.”
I smile at his memory and miss him. I am far from alone in my feelings. His mom, his birth father, his sister. Jen and his grandparents. His many friends and members of his Fairemly. And his wife Meaghan.
All of us deeply miss his simile, his humor, and his physical presence with us.
To me, he was and always shall be my oldest son. But he also was a fellow gamer, a co-worker, and my friend.
My greatest hope was he would be able to get his seizures under control. And then I always to teach him the basics of driving so he could eventually get his drivers licence. It would have been a highlight of my life.
Although Dawson’s life on this earth was short. It was meaningful in the way he toucheed all of our lives.
He was a good example to follow. In his kindness, his generosity, and his love and forgiveness.
So on this day, have a Macallan in honor of Dawson. If you don’t drink, that is fine, just toast him with your beverage of choice. He’ll understand.
Yesterday was my 50th birthday. I was going to write a post reflecting on my half-century life. But I got a phone call yesterday morning telling me that my 83 year old dad had passed away.
My parents were divorced from one another by the time I was 2 years old. I never had much interaction with my dad while I was growing up. And a number of family members were always speaking ill of him. For a long time I believed those stories.
Somewhere along the line I learned that I actually looked like my dad the older I got. I thought that was interesting but never did much about it. Genetics after all will always play a part in your life.
When my grandfather passed away, my dad didn’t come to the funeral. I was upset by that and thought it was rather rude. At the time I didn’t know there was an unhealed rift between father and son which caused my dad to stay away from that family gathering.
Many years later, his older brother died suddenly and without any warning. I felt a call to reach out to my dad and heal that rift. Much like my own son did with his birth father. So I did reach out. I thought I had nothing to lose, if he didn’t want to talk to me then I wouldn’t have lost anything except a bit of time and a stamp.
My dad rejoiced at the re-connection of his youngest child. I learned a great number of things that I didn’t know about my family and my dad as well. It made sense out of a good number of events in life. I learned that I had a lot in common with my dad. It was a wonderful re-connection. One that I should have done a lot sooner but hindsight is always 20/20.
The last few years of being reconnected with my dad have been the best years of my life. I will treasure every moment I’ve spent with him and writing back and forth between those visits. I will also continue to reach out to his widow, Kathy, she is a sweetheart and one of the best things to have ever happened to my dad.
The news of Prince’s death has hit the music industry hard. He was a talented musician and his death at just 57 years of age is a tragic event. But to quote my favorite band … he’s nobody’s hero.
But to dominate the main news channels and sites with constant updates of his passing is the real tragedy in this story. It shows just how far we have fallen as a society and culture. There are far more pressing news items that need to be front and center. We are, after all, in the process of choosing the next leader of the free world.
I enjoy a wide range of music. Prince is just a small fraction of my musical library. When I learned of his death yesterday afternoon. I played snippets from a few of his classics. Purple Rain, 1999, When Doves Cry, and Raspberry Beret. He is and will be missed in the musical world. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family. And I move on to more important issues.
It’s been a year now since God decided He needed a red-headed step child more than me. I can remember it just as clearly as I can remember yesterday. Chatting with Dawson at work about his future at Mediacom. What department to move into next. He had just moved from Customer Service up to Tier1 and was looking forward to his next advancement from there. Looking out for his wife Meaghan to make their lives better. I reflect on how he was raised right by all his parents. A little of each of us in him, the best of the best.
I’m sure by this time he would have moved on to join the fledgling HFC NOC department and would be working with me there. It would be really cool.
I watch his Facebook page and see a continuing stream and outpouring of love towards him from his friends and family. His sudden passing is still felt by us all.
During the summer at the Des Moines Renaissance Faire a red maple was planted as a lasting memorial to Dawson with a dedication service as well. It was a beautiful gathering of his “fairemly”.
His sudden passing on February 3rd of 2013 has impacted me deeply. I really havent blogged much since his death, it came as such a shock to me that I am at a loss of words.
We can all learn from Dawson. He was always happy. He was alway forgiving. He always smiled. So here we all stand a year since he left us for other things. What have you learned from Dawson? Who have you forgiven? Are you happy and smiling just because you can?
I have. I have had trouble forgiving one person for many years, in fact for most of my years. So I have finally forgiven him and reached out to him in love. Much the same way Dawson did. It is with my birth father. I learned that from the example of my son.
I would love to be able to say those words to you. But for now, I must wait in this life until I can say them to you again. I’ve tried to write this a couple of times now, getting my thoughts and emotions in order. But I really can’t on this one. I love you Susie. I wish you were physically here, what a different life we would all have right now if that was the case. Thank you again for being my friend and much more even though it was cut short with your passing. I still love you and always will. You are never far from my thoughts and always in my heart. And when I need to hear your voice, I just play that voicemail message you left for me. It makes me smile to hear it. Happy 47th Birthday and I blow a kiss towards Heaven for you.