Sam, Week 1 MKE, 2019

This is blinking blankly and I wish I were writing a tribute to the start of Jewish New Year and an MKE year and the sale of a rental house this Friday on YOUR street that has eluded us for two years and the first of my 9 grants that I have so vigorously talked about for 18 months and my Scott + Agnes in SAG and he in a new sketch comedy group with 6 sold out shows and my 3 babies sleeping in a fort in the den because it\’s fun and the 72 acres we bought upstate last year and my promotion and the speaking engagements this year on the way.

I have been meaning to blog for months now about the high speed acceleration of my life and the magnitudes of greatness unfolding. And it feels like gushing and too much and I don\’t like talking about myself anyway.

And then yesterday we lost you Sam. You just ended your 42nd summer on this mother ship and I know your heart loved to depths we won\’t all see. You believed in people and a goodness we could be, despite the absolute debacles happening all around us.

You were in the salt water this summer with us, squishing toes in the muck and watching the crabs dig in. We went to buy fish for dinner and I knew we needed an extra pound, both because the lemon sauce would be amazing and because our kids would eat double. The flowery gin and tonics were sublime, we all toasted those moments like the gifts they were, our tribes united for 4 days in a bubble on the Cape.

In your driveway on Park, Sean was taking Scott and I to Rocky Horror and we picked you up. Night 1 of the 26 years years that unfolded since. I am finding an abandon that I did not know was possible. You connected the dots for smaller minds and pushed out seasoned cast iron like mommas rock their babies. And you could see them too, I remember when you met our nascents, like you had always known them.

Why your exit was 9/30/19, I do not know. Shana Tova you bastard. I\’m not happy about this but you are a real one.