My heart is with you Pam. I will never forget the wonderful story you told me of the history of you and Jamie while we were on a long walk with Kathleen. You were bonded and intertwined for life. Sending you deep condolences and peace. ❤️
Dearest Pamela, I'm sorry to hear of Jamie's death; you enriched each other's lives immeasurably over the years. "May his memory be for a blessing," we Jews say of our beloved dead. I'm sure I'm not your only reader who would love to read anything you write about your relationship with Jamie. The "Mysteries" you shared this week covered many subjects, showing how "mystery" can take many forms. Your photo of the files set me thinking of my own attachments to things---those I can photograph and give away, and those I still need to keep. I feel for you in your struggle to sleep and find rest. May it get a bit easier, dear friend. Much love to you and Kathleen.
Oh, Pamela, I'm so sorry about the loss of Jamie. Did I even know he was sick? It seems to me he has been around and helping you at times? I am watching new snow fall right now. I am thinking about how much energy required for you to get through the days. And yet... your brain is so full of vitality. And your heart too. I like picturing Teri in your living room. Re. your files--won't your book contain the reminders you need? Might it feel good to have more space in your room? I remember looking at those files with envy. Mine are not nearly so organized! I hope I can toss them if my book ever comes out. Sending love.
Oh, Pam, my heart is reaching for yours. Jamie imbued our dahlia-digging workday with his sweet, mischievous smile and his appreciative encouragement. Sharing lunch conversation with him helped me feel your forever bond. Rest in peace, good man.
I’m so sorry to hear aboutJamie’s death. I know you and Kathleen both loved him and he loved you. Your own personal history with him is fascinating and would make a lovely Substack story. My heart goes out to you both.
Dear Robin, Amazing snowfall we have here. Thanks for "May his memory be for a blessing," and for noting the Mysteries and saying you would like to hear the story. about how I got to know Jamie (starting at age 14). May it get easier is what I long for, too. Sending love, Pamela
I love how you expressed this about touchstones: That Isabella understood that physical objects can carry emotional weight in ways we don't fully recognize until we're facing loss. Thanks so much! Pam
Oh Pam, I didn’t realize Jamie was so ill and am so sorry for your incredible loss. I think back to our many times together, particularly our hair raising trip from NYC back to Cambridge as we were unable to get off at the Wellesley exit; taking turns getting out and pushing the trusty Volvo and tag teaming with another car as we used jumper cables to restart each other’s exhausted vehicles. Most people simply left their cars all over Route 128, walking off into the blinding snowstorm à la Dr Zhivago. When he carried the tired battery into the house it had cracked down the middle. And your Sunday Globe “Wedding of the Week.” What an amazing event that was! I treasure my memories of you two together.
I’m sad that you’re continuing to deal with the hated mucus that ruins deep sleep for you. I can’t imagine having to be woken up so many times during the night. I wish you were able to be more comfortable in all of the challenges in your life. I’m glad for the comfort of friends who visit and hope I might do so someday if you feel up to it.
I have a huge collection of sea glass hunted down by my mother and me. I can’t imagine losing a single piece, nor any of the special stones she and I both treasured as they stood out from others on many shores. I understand why you keep your many notes from writing your magnum opus. There are pieces of you contained in those.
My dear friend, I hope life won’t get too heavy. Losing your old friend Jamie is like having lost parts of yourself in younger days. I’m glad you were able to remain friends for so many years. Sending hugs 🤗
My heart is with you Pam. I will never forget the wonderful story you told me of the history of you and Jamie while we were on a long walk with Kathleen. You were bonded and intertwined for life. Sending you deep condolences and peace. ❤️
Oh Jenn, Thank you for remembering and your understanding. We grew up tpgether in so many ways. Hope you enjoy the snowstorm and Pats game today!
I am left fulfilled like a rich sermon when I encounter your words Pam. Thank you.
Dearest Pamela, I'm sorry to hear of Jamie's death; you enriched each other's lives immeasurably over the years. "May his memory be for a blessing," we Jews say of our beloved dead. I'm sure I'm not your only reader who would love to read anything you write about your relationship with Jamie. The "Mysteries" you shared this week covered many subjects, showing how "mystery" can take many forms. Your photo of the files set me thinking of my own attachments to things---those I can photograph and give away, and those I still need to keep. I feel for you in your struggle to sleep and find rest. May it get a bit easier, dear friend. Much love to you and Kathleen.
Oh, Pamela, I'm so sorry about the loss of Jamie. Did I even know he was sick? It seems to me he has been around and helping you at times? I am watching new snow fall right now. I am thinking about how much energy required for you to get through the days. And yet... your brain is so full of vitality. And your heart too. I like picturing Teri in your living room. Re. your files--won't your book contain the reminders you need? Might it feel good to have more space in your room? I remember looking at those files with envy. Mine are not nearly so organized! I hope I can toss them if my book ever comes out. Sending love.
Oh, Pam, my heart is reaching for yours. Jamie imbued our dahlia-digging workday with his sweet, mischievous smile and his appreciative encouragement. Sharing lunch conversation with him helped me feel your forever bond. Rest in peace, good man.
Pat,
Did you make it home before the snow started falling? I really appreciate your observations of Jamie on the dahlia digging day. Thanks so much! Pam
I’m so sorry to hear aboutJamie’s death. I know you and Kathleen both loved him and he loved you. Your own personal history with him is fascinating and would make a lovely Substack story. My heart goes out to you both.
Oh Sally, Thanks so much and for your encouragement to write more. Hope you enjoy our snowstorm and Pats game today!
Thanks so much Melody!
Pam
Dear Robin, Amazing snowfall we have here. Thanks for "May his memory be for a blessing," and for noting the Mysteries and saying you would like to hear the story. about how I got to know Jamie (starting at age 14). May it get easier is what I long for, too. Sending love, Pamela
Hi Leslie,
Yes, space is what I want and need now so I will work at letting go. Love the snow as a backdrop. Thank you for your kind words. Sending love to you.
I love how you expressed this about touchstones: That Isabella understood that physical objects can carry emotional weight in ways we don't fully recognize until we're facing loss. Thanks so much! Pam
Oh Pam, I didn’t realize Jamie was so ill and am so sorry for your incredible loss. I think back to our many times together, particularly our hair raising trip from NYC back to Cambridge as we were unable to get off at the Wellesley exit; taking turns getting out and pushing the trusty Volvo and tag teaming with another car as we used jumper cables to restart each other’s exhausted vehicles. Most people simply left their cars all over Route 128, walking off into the blinding snowstorm à la Dr Zhivago. When he carried the tired battery into the house it had cracked down the middle. And your Sunday Globe “Wedding of the Week.” What an amazing event that was! I treasure my memories of you two together.
I’m sad that you’re continuing to deal with the hated mucus that ruins deep sleep for you. I can’t imagine having to be woken up so many times during the night. I wish you were able to be more comfortable in all of the challenges in your life. I’m glad for the comfort of friends who visit and hope I might do so someday if you feel up to it.
I have a huge collection of sea glass hunted down by my mother and me. I can’t imagine losing a single piece, nor any of the special stones she and I both treasured as they stood out from others on many shores. I understand why you keep your many notes from writing your magnum opus. There are pieces of you contained in those.
My dear friend, I hope life won’t get too heavy. Losing your old friend Jamie is like having lost parts of yourself in younger days. I’m glad you were able to remain friends for so many years. Sending hugs 🤗
Yes, I so appreciate your understanding of the connection!