It's been an eventful past year. In November 2011, Linda and I became grandparents to a lovely girl, Makaela. Recently, sadly, Linda's mother, Barbara (Chris) passed away. Like it or not, time is somewhat ruthless. Unless you believe in time travel through black holes and alternate universes, or some manifestation of Einstein's theory of relativity, time is one thing you can't stop, control, moderate or change. Whereas you can affect aging, if only cosmetically. And we're seemingly at the point where we can manipulate genetics. In any case, Kris was a loving mother, grandmother and great grandmother. She was an enthusiastic tennis and football (Jets) fan, an energetic "doer" and had the most organized closets I've ever seen in my life. I'll always remember the warm, friendly family dinners that she and her late husband Marty had in their home in Great Neck, LI,. The main attraction, besides the company, being thinly sliced perfectly cooked brisket and "Barbara Frackman's" rice, a kind of rice-a-roni concoction. Linda, like myself, is now an "orphan", the first time that she is not anyone's child, at least anyone alive. In a strange way, that is the first time you are fully an adult. The official older generation. Next up. Of course the lovely counterpoint is seeing your children becoming "honorary" adults and your children having children. I guess one of best things you can do in the service of Mother Nature is to bring up a family in the most loving way possible, take the good with the bad, have patience and wonder, and tolerance for the inevitable bumps, or even chasms, in the road. Life goes on forever, just not yours.
Kris and Makaela