The Other End of Sunset

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The finish you want

Another year has passed, wind through the candles, cries in the night.

Four years ago, Jeanne Michele Russell died, at 1:30pm Pacific, in her day bed, in the second floor guest room of our house in California.

After she died, we dressed her in the Etro shirt she loved.

The hospice lady put makeup on her.

She didn't look asleep. That's a myth. She looked dead.

I miss you Jeanne.


  • I have been reading you ever since I heard you speak at a conference. Be happy ... life throws us all hard balls, catch them and throw them back. You are blessed with an incredible career, money doesn't seem to be an issue and the most important you are loved. We miss those we have lost but more importantly we still live, because if they were still here that's what they would be doing like there's no tomorrow.

    By Blogger Halfway to the Top, at 4:47 PM  

  • I remember that day very well, four years ago. That year was an awful year. Jeanne would want you to be happy. We only come this way once, it's not a dress rehearsal, it's the real thing! Halfway to the Top got it right.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:28 PM  

  • I came across you as a "Google celebrity" and wanted to follow your trail (so to speak), only to be somewhat surprised by the depth of your grief for the loss of your beloved. It's so clear you truly loved Jeanne, and miss her deeply. It's nice too, you could share a bit, here and there, of your lives together, so we could piece in our own minds how much fun, love, torment, trouble, playfulness, and love again, you felt for one another. It's very cool, and rare. There is no time line for getting over a loss of one so beloved (parents NEVER get over the loss of a child). Kudos to you for just being transparent and real, and reminding the rest of us, we're human.

    By Anonymous Lena, at 6:07 PM  

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