I’ve been down, but not like this before - Paul Barrere (Little Feat), All That You Dream
It’s a very disturbing trend in one’s life when so much of one’s writing begins with the three letters which this entry does.
It’s an even more disturbing event when the subject is one’s father.
It’s my sad task to report that my father, Thomas Alexander Pond, passed away early Sunday. He was eighty-five.
All, all that you dream Comes to shine in silver lining And clouds, clouds change the scene Rain starts washing all these cautions Right into your life, make you realize Just what is true, what else can I do Just follow the rule Keep your eyes on the road that's ahead of you
My father was a gifted educator whose work touched thousands of people. You can read more here about his contributions to Rutgers University, one of the institutions he served.
We’ll have more to say soon; in the meantime, I’m with my sister, sharing memories and making plans for Dad’s memorial.
I’ve said this before many times, but it bears repeating: if it’s cosmically possible, please call your parents.
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So sorry for your loss, Ward.