Time Flies

I had a week at home... I had all kinds of plans, but then my grandmother died, at the age of 85, on Saturday morning. All of a sudden, I'm leaving again. To me, this week has flown by, with family coming and going (myself included); but I'm sure that right about now, it feels like the last 66 years of marriage have really flown by for my granfather.

I don't have much to say, as I'm about to leave for the airport to head to Quincy, California for the High Sierra Music Festival. My mother, my uncles and grandpa are still sitting shiva. This time is not flying for them.

So here's a special bit of love being sent to Grandma Irene Pearl Axelrod Bernstein. She was a force to be reckoned with, and I miss her already. Here's another special bit of love being sent to Grandpa Jerry. He is the quintessential grandpa (if you look it up in the dictionary, I'm sure it has a full page, color photograph of Jerome Bernstein, with the phrase " 'nuff said" after the photo). He's a great man, and a strong man, and so loved by so many that while I know that he will be very lonely for her, he will never be a lone. ...we should all be so lucky.