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Capturing The Moment — Scattering The Ashes Of Tom Turner   2 comments

Meydenbauer Beach Park_Panorama2 blogPanorama View of Meydenbauer Bay, Bellevue, WA 

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This past Sunday, in a drizzling chilly rain, I was with my nieces Vanessa and Lisa scattering their dad’s ashes at Meydenbauer Beach Park where they often spent time with their dad. Joy and I first visited the park in the mid-eighties and with the passing of time the park has changed — then a more rustic park with a lot more trees and shrubs. Either way, it’s still a beautiful park on Meydenbauer Bay on Lake Washington. Among the stories the girls shared as we walked together in the park was of their dad running from their home in Bellevue to the park — running directly into the water, which sounds a lot like Tom.

Knowing that we would be with Vanessa and Lisa as they scattered their dad’s ashes, Joy and I traveled to Seattle with some of Grandma Agnes’s aches so they would be scattered together. Since we had an “In Loving Celebration of Thomas R. Turner” ceremony Saturday in the Main Hall at Camp Long in West Seattle, there was no formal scattering of ashes ceremony — just Vanessa and daughter Violet, Lisa, Joy and me. Vanessa’s husband Jon was home with son Henry, and Lisa’s husband Mike home with son Austin. The scattering of ashes at Meydenbauer Beach Park was the way Tom would have wanted it, intimate and personal.

This coming May 23 we will be remembering Tom’s birthday with the Dylan Thomas line he always sent to me on my birthday:

“…High Among Beaks and Palavers of Vultures
He Celebrates and Spurns His Driftwood
SEVENTY-THIRD Wind Turned Age…”

In your honor, Tom, we will keep searching for clarity . . . lucidity.

kenne

 

The following poem ended Saturday’s “In Loving Celebration of Thomas R. Turner” ceremony.

A Clear Midnight

by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

(Go To kenneturner.com to see all the “Becoming is Superior to Being” Postings.)

. . . because we need the eggs   1 comment

Tom Turner 2013 (1 of 1)-2 B-W framed blogThomas R. Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014

Today we are flying to Seattle to be with my brother’s daughters, Vanessa and Lisa and their families and friends to celebrate his life in words that communicate thoughts and feelings manifested in knowledge, experience and love.

My brother often shared and laughed about the closeness to home the following Woody Allen quote was for us:

“It reminds me of that old joke – you know,
a guy walks into a psychiatrist’s office and says, 
hey doc, my brother’s crazy! 
He thinks he’s a chicken.

Then the doc says,
why don’t you turn him in?

Then the guy says,
I would but I need the eggs.

I guess that’s how I feel about relationships.
They’re totally crazy, irrational, and absurd,
but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.” 

Saturday’s celebration of Tom’s (aka, Bobby) life will include a “sharing” program, because we need the eggs!

You may call me Tommy, you may call me Jimmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me T.R, you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say.

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.

— minor changes to Bob Dylan’s “Gotta Serve Somebody”

Click to see a pdf file of “In Loving Celebration of Thomas R. Turner.” Tom’s Celebration

kenne

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