Jul 302010
 

I haven’t been here as much as I would like lately. Its a little bit of a slow period and I am taking a break from my “Wilmington Artists in their Studios” series. I guess the motivation to blog has just kind of slowed down as we enter the intense heat of August and the realization that yet another summer will soon be coming to a close. Gosh, I remember long ago when summers seemed to last forever. That was when I was a kid growing up in Connecticut and yes, life seemed a lot easier. There, I said it. Of course, my folks faced the same hurdles in life that we all have to contend with now, just in a different era. Having to raise and feed four children must have been a daunting task. I can’t imagine. Since I forgot to have children, I’ll never know those pressures, but I know they exist. I live them vicariously through my sisters and friends who have managed to raise kids, and have done a damn fine job in the process. So did my parents, Joe and Kay Ricozzi.

I mention this because I received a call from my sisters yesterday. They are visiting Connecticut this week and part of their trip was dedicated to burying the ashes of our parents at the home that they built, and where they raised their children. We thought that it would be a nice place for their last journey together. Its been some time since Dad passed and Mom had kept him on a shelf , I guess so she could keep an eye on him. She passed away a year ago this month, so we decided that the house in New Milford was the place they should rest. The house was long ago sold and the original plan was to put them on the hill behind the house, on our neighbors property, where with his permission they would overlook their home. It seemed fitting as it held so many memories, for them , as well as for my brother and sisters. Well, it seems the current owners of the house must be exceptional people, because they not only gave my sisters a tour of the home to show them the changes that had been made over the years, but told them to place the ashes anywhere on the property they liked. I don’t know these people, but I am sending loving thoughts and kindness their way. Its nice to know such compassion.

So my sisters, along with our former neighbor, got a shovel and put Mom and Dad underneath a large pine tree that Dad planted when we were young, in the rock garden area that he built, with a little help from me, and that he so loved.It makes me happy to know they are in the place that meant so much to them and, although we left long ago, to their children as well. Its kind of a final end of a chapter in my life. The memories will be forever cherished. I can only think that their spirits are smiling. Mom and Dad, we smile with you. Rest well.