Author Archives: Sandi LoConti

Across the Universe – In Memory

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We lost one of our own I heard so many people say yesterday.  At a memorial celebration for our friend Jay Maxwell Fretz (February 22, 1958 – September 7, 2011) hundreds of people turned out to celebrate his life. Each of the people I heard say “we lost one of our own” seemed to be from a different group representing the many lives of our Jay.  The automotive group, of which I am part, the church group, the family group, the community group, the friends group all had lost one of their own.  How moving a tribute to be standing in line (for well on one hour trying to get to the family) with so many who called Jay their own. I heard one woman say, “Well of course, that’s Jay”…indeed it was.

Each of the three pastors that spoke at the service was in awe of Jay; Using phrases like unwavering determination, sweetness of spirit, and a giant of faith.  They spoke of feeling they had been ministered to by Jay after praying with him.   Elizabeth Kubler Ross once said, “Those who learned to know death, rather than to fear and fight it, become our teachers about life.”  After being so touched by his attending mass and taking Communion,  Jay’s Pastors agreed that in dying Jay taught us all how to live.

When I pray I ask God to give me, and anyone I’m praying for, what we need.  I long ago figured out that praying for what you want is useless but praying for what you need always serves you.  I pray that God gives Jay’s family what they need.  I pray that their sadness will turn to the joy and celebration of Jay’s life with them.

I know that will come in time but the year of “firsts” must do its job.  There will be the obvious holidays and birthdays and anniversaries all of which loom ahead.  The firsts that will do the most to bring you to the end of that year will be the smallest ones that somehow catch you by surprise; trips to the dry cleaner, the grocery store, the renewal of magazines, the songs on the radio and the moments when you know like you know Jay is right beside you.  Each of these firsts put in your path to bring you to the moment of peace and gratitude you so rightfully deserve.

Wanda, know that you are loved and we are all at the ready for whatever you need.  Your strength is a wonder but we know that the other shoe must drop and we will be there to catch it.  Do what you need to do my dear but call on any of us to help you in whatever way you need.  The boys will go home and your house will seem to exhale, you must do the same.

In the midst of my sadness I am somehow grateful.  Grateful that my friend is now safely across the universe and no longer suffering.  Grateful that I’ve had the honor of knowing Jay, and now his family, and that I could help in some small way to ease their pain.  I am grateful that they are in the arms of their family and friends that will help them through this year of firsts so
that we might all come to celebrate Jay for many many years to come.

Jai guru deva om

Italians Always Bring the Cannoli

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Zora Neale Hurston once said that there are years that ask the questions and years that answer.  In the scheme of illness that can be reduced down to there are days and then there are days.  Today was a good day and that afforded me the privilege of having lunch with my friends Jay and Wanda.  Yesterday, not so much, tomorrow, who the hell knows.

I was greeted at the door by Trek and offered his favorite toy.  Quite the high honor but once inside he went right back to lying near his Dada and kept vigil thereafter. 

Kisses all around, out to the porch to enjoy a delicious salad and a crispy crust pizza. There was conversation of family, humor, and interesting tidbits, sharing recipes, philosophy and laughter.  I know you want more but there are things you should know and things you don’t need to know.  You don’t need to know the minutia of illness. What you need to know is that there are rituals and courtesies and love in place to handle it and make it fade ever so slightly into the background.

What you also need to know is that bringing a bit of normal into a home can make those living in it rejoice and remember and share.  That keeping in touch is more important than the minutia of our own lives.  That saying I love you to your friends is good for everyone.  This couple of hours was the highlight of my week and I will cherish them and enjoy them as much as I enjoyed our meal.

You also need to know that regardless of your personal preference, your disposition, or your ability to tolerate or engage in eating there is nothing like a freshly fried cannoli shell filled with sweet ricotta cream.  Even one bite can be tolerated with the utmost enjoyment.

Thank you for lunch my friends, I love you dearly and hope to see you soon.

Of Grace and Good Friends

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Today it was my honor to attend a reunion, of sorts, between my friend Jay and the colleagues he hasn’t really seen since he’d been diagnosed with cancer. His cancer has since become terminal.  He visited his workplace and surprised (kind of, the word seemed to have gotten out) many of them in the midst of their workday.  They gathered around him in a mix of excitement, tentativeness and love.  This is a man truly well-loved and very much missed at this dealership.  This man is an anomaly; a gentleman in the car business. 

The word terminal hangs in the air without much belief to most, but Jay understands.  He has conversations with God and prays for solace and forgiveness.  All of which is unnecessary as Jay is not in any danger of being on God’s bad side.  This is a true family man, a gentle soul who’s guided many of these colleagues for dozens of years.  He will continue to pray, to drink his goji juice and exude optimism simply because that’s who he is and he is, indeed, at peace.

He understands his peace is a blessing to him but he worries for those left behind.  The gentleness he showed to his colleagues as their emotions ran the gamut of excitement, sorrow, discomfort, and unease was as remarkable as any of us would have expected.  He was the comforter no longer needing to be comforted himself.

This is what I love about Jay.  Always pragmatic, always fully grounded in reality he just knows how to live and be in the world and when he does leave us we can take many lessons from him.  Love your family, live by example and leave the world a better place.

So there he was holding court, giving each person the attention they needed in a setting that gave him just a bit of “normal” to take home with him to the hospice nurses and the hospital bed.  Of course, I had to give him a bit of the car hag in me as just a bit more normal for him to laugh about and hold on to.

As for grace, thy name is Wanda.  I love meeting someone for the first time and knowing that we are already old friends.  I love being able to give someone something so personal and unrelated to their current circumstances that it will come to define their present anguish but transition to their future comfort. I will be here for Wanda well into the future whether she chooses to call on me or not.  I raise a glass to you my friend and look out over my enchanted forest with you in mind.

I will keep texting Jay and posting to their caring-bridge until there is really nothing left to say.  But I can hear Jay, a devoted Beatles fan, listening and knowing that his legacy and our love for him will indeed be spread across the universe.

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe…john Lennon

Today I Will Be Happier Than a Bird With a French Fry

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Now this is a mantra that speaks to me on so many levels. 

First, there are french fries involved.  I’ve sworn off french fries for some time now but, to me, sworn off means picking a select few off someone else’s plate. You know the ones you like, for me it’s the really golden ones with fluffy insides and just a touch of oil left behind. Fabulous.

Second, given the ratio of french fry weight to bird weight they can barely fly away with their good fortune.  So we’re talking bounty and abundance, something I totally believe in.

Mostly this mantra is nostalgic to me.  When we were kids McDonalds didn’t have indoor seating (shutup I know I’m old) we ate in the car.  Our car was a 1960 something Studebaker with a bit of a hole in the floor and, I think, red seats.  My father liked to “go for a ride” which was the equivalent of let’s get the hell out of the house but we have no money.  On really good rides we would wind up at McDonald’s  for dinner out, unheard of in those days.  But there we’d be in the backseat with our cheeseburger and vanilla shake watching my father throw some of his french fries on the hood of the car so we could feed and watch the birds. 

What a wonderful show they put on.  The tug of war would make us all laugh so hard we could barely eat our dinner.  Watching a bird try to escape with an entire french fry would crack us up again, especially when he forgot he could fly and fell off the hood of the car. 

So when I came across a plaque that said, “Today I will be happier than a bird with a french fry” I laughed out loud in the store.  And then I began to think about the legacy of the story.  I’m reminded that we didn’t have much, but we didn’t know it.  We had enough and that was perfect for leaving us with memories we treasure.

Now every morning when I look at that plaque (of course I bought it) I smile and I know like I know that I, too, have enough.

Father’s Daughters

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“There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself”.  ~John Gregory Brown

And then he is gone, but you remain with that cloth wrapped around you as if your life depended on it.  And, in a way, it does.

That cloth has been woven with words, and examples and smells and lessons and rides in the car and gas tanks filled on a Saturday morning and wintergreen lifesavers and bikes saved from the junk heap and badminton games in the street and toasts and peaches in frosted flakes and cartoons and the Mets.

Add to that, the knowledge of screws vs. nails, how to read a dip stick, when to change the furnace filter, how to add quickly in your head, integrity as your first line of defense and a work ethic that really is beyond reproach and you’ve got texture in your cloth.

Father’s daughters will forever be in debt for that love, the lessons, and the information that can only be gleaned from a generous man who understood that to make your way in the world you would need more than pink.

When that father is gone, rituals will take his place.  Mine is to have a four hour conversation with him as I make my way to the Cape.  We’ll catch up on the latest, the greatest, the worst, the tears, the memories, the screw ups, and the triumphs.  Just before the smell in the air turns to salt and cedar you can almost believe that it smells just like Old Spice.   

I wish you a wonderful Father’s Day whether it’s in his arms or in his legacy.